EAT MY FOOD

Wed, 03/08/2017 - 22:13 -- 786aa

Change causes sunken ships.

See Starbucks, their cup lost sips.

 

An attack on America,

That absent-Christmas glory;

But even worse, are these fingerprints-

Don’t care for such stories.

 

Give me my Corona, right at home in my liver,

Give me my Coca-cola, with its sweet sugar quiver.

 

Black tea on your lips, I reject.

Naan as your bread, I detest.

 

How hard is it for you to change?

 

See my fries, just accept!

See my bacon, it’s the right step!

 

Elevate your taste, and change for me.

It’s better to be this way, you’ll quickly see.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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