Politics and dishes,
Are not noticeably switched.
If the same pattern is used.
But some make claims,
To convince of their differences.
Politics and dishes,
Have the same familiar tastes.
Although those debating argue,
On their plates to serve...
What one eats,
Sustains much more to appreciate.
And this...
At one table to debate,
Gets more ridiculous...
To those finding their time wasted.
Since the cooker no one knows.
Or has shown their face to meet.
And this...
At one table to debate,
Discredits the process...
Of what gets old, outdated.
To have others pay,
For a feast they've not been...
Invited to eat.
But Solicited from them,
Are exorbitant fees.
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