A Broiler Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Food is carefully put inside our mouths by ripping bites down a tube wall, swirling pieces into fits, dissolving with others and then tumbling all into a pot.

Treats entering our bodies are being forced into tubes, under pressure, compressed into cubes, placed with digested bits, eaten: mixed with acids, form toxic concoctions, filling up spaces and creating a lube.

Food once inside, bits cook quickly in infusion; revolving alter portions, erupting then hot gases dissolving all into a soup exploding evolving factors that run our system like a car.

We must make efforts to control what feeds our bodies; state that's enough, cut back on trust items, bust those in ills that hurt: improve our lives, our health.

Yet at times, goods put over stuff, yell, eat things, erupt boiler delights, corrupt the whole system, disrupt the inner parts: free mire or a loud fart.