Joy Unbecoming: Total Taste

The natural, unblemished truth,
Greens gathered in an iconic bowl;
Lunch and dinner purchased
In profitable, delicious servings,
A tasty, nutritious treat.

In complete harmony
With the goodness we cherish,
A veritable hero’s
Sumptuous meal,
Exploited by angels
Whose scripted quantities
Can no longer deceive
The moral shakedown
Of a less manageable,
Forsaken ritual.

We are forever chopped,
Diced, and sliced
To treasured codes of law;
A primed, mortal waste
Of feckless flavor,
Flashing grandeur
And goodness in a fork
So tender and owned.