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It seems focused people aren’t focused, and less focused people are - a poem. |
| Burdened by moral chefs Of these processed meals, Earth is prescribed A voluntary dinner Of delicious calories. When humanity eats, It suffers a lack of sufficiency - And when saving resources, It fosters a beneficent culture Of healthful gatherings. Safety mirrors the superficial And organic universe Of the most sacrosanct, While opportunistic lions Engage in the drama Of endearing And egregious amplitude. Seers of wealth Perceive these efforts as invalid. And these less focused artisans Decry these acts As hypocritical and a gross violation; While all but a few Would live and react In the exact same way - Just in time to raise Their heartfelt meal choices To the restaurant-style indulgences Of beer, wine, sangrias, and margaritas - Which are known to be so tempting - And so distinctly iconic… While shouldering that immense respect And infamous reply To pop culture Which turns the world Toward its volatile And predictable, bullish tendencies… |