Food Kills

Food Kills This is a poetry exercise, write down what´s comes into your mind....lobster. What the Hell? A red crustacean on a bed of lettuce with lemon and mayonnaise sauce sprinkled with parsley. Can one taste agony? Dipped alive in boiling water unheard screams, a long tool to retrieve, white meat from claws. Am I a surgeon now? The lobster catcher is not guilty of anything he just catches sells them, but cannot afford to eat them.... He has a lobster pet at home, it is sort of brown and lives in tank, calls it Charlie but he says nothing, this trader of food for the rich.