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Humanity Canteen

My restaurant is exclusive and classy no paupers allowed though I
have to declare that I picked up the chef near the township where
on a paraffin cooker in his garden of plenty lots of dishevelment in
which he stewed maize meal and half rotten gruel into a one sided 
meal with no time for thoughts to be spared on the plights of elite

I cater for an experience novel and poetic in which good masters
of globalisation are swamped in comprehensive packages and all
encompassing reality checks of bank cards if only just for a moment
Set into a downgraded small stadium left from World Cup 2010
built from tax money on shoulders of poverty now left with new use

Palm trees and marble adorn the entrance hibiscus and roses that
are genetically modified to exude fragrance of mal-odorous sweat 
and fountains of bracken water in which salmonella and turbercle 
bacteria jump merrily up and down in jolly confinement while the
terraces overflow in a marvellous display of garbage and latrine

Clients and staff exchange their clothes on arrival before the former and
now enriched customers enter under a spray of pungent delight such
as mordant scent of corrosion from the cesspits of social convenience
They shake hands and diversity when devout servants share what is
theirs and theirs only in unique and exotic trickles’ upwards embrace

The food is simple no lobster today but pap chicken feet and cartilage
rodent’s delirium all organically raised roaming free on enchanting
land fill sites of natural beauty uncorrupted by divine human hands
Customers gorge and gobble gorgeously spiced concoctions washed
down in splendid simplicity spoiled like children they still wish to be

I do not cater for the privacy of separate chambers as there are twenty
places laid out on the floor meals served in robust enamel containers
in good company of fellow upper classed friends and also small
hordes of authentically presented scoundrels picking up lonely crumbs
under leaking tin roofs romantically lit from a generous flat generator 

I the owner of ‘Restaurant Enlightenment’ want not to compromise
the adventure of dining in mind boggling assault on the senses and
my diners and whiners are sworn to complete secrecy when they 
return from the pleasure dome of fantastical splendour back to their 
doomed back breaking mansions investments caviar and champagne 

But it goes without saying it is a no brainer really that there must be 
some higher order good some contribution to humankind on the whole 
some confirmation of status quo ante some overarching meaning
on top of only the exciting joy of sharing and caring some charitable
quest to conquer the dangerous perils of overwhelming conscience

My customers would not like the revolution of mindsets to become
too rapidly infesting their infantile conscience because we all know
that revolutions produce counter revolutions which would heavily 
taint the whole eating and meeting and exploration of self and thus
90% of the proceeds 200 dollars a meal will be charitably donated

Where else to but some tax heaven in Panama for high society pensions

5th September 2016
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