Gripe About Lunch Poem by jan hansen

gripe about lunch

After, a lunch with chicken slices warmed, but not fried golden brown
I ask, what am I doing here among people who eat for the reason of eating
I used to be a chef it was what I trained for
Why should I enjoy a meal not made by a cook
Who takes no pride in his craft, which is more than money
but also an art
When I lived alone in the rustic country, I even
cooked for my dog, and she had a long and healthy life;
I believe food is an integral part of our culture
it is vital we spend time not eating
Fat hamburgers and over-processed food