A Broiler Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Food selected, hits in our mouths, does fits, put by ripping bites, stuff within; do splits down a dark cave wall ride, toss, swirls items, in tiny pieces dissolve: with other, tumble to pot.

Delights into tube be pushed in a cube, all being divided; stirred under reforming pressure, with others digested too eaten, mix acids: cut toxic concoction, lube it various areas.

Food place inside us, cooking bits quick in infusion, revolve all; alter portions in this hole, erupt out from, exploding, hot gases, parting in a soup are there: evolve factors running our system as a car.

We must try at efforts controlling, eaten that feed our bodies; state that's enough, cut back from the trust, bust to in ills, them that hurt:
Improve lives, our health.

Yet, got times, placed goods do over-stuff, yell eat things, erupt boiler; corrupt treats system, disrupt it the inner: mire freed, or a loud fart.