Eating Popcorn and Not Satisfied

In it not much of a meal, A half dozen not a big deal, My regular canteen I still approach And for trying the stuff self reproach; At the canteen appeasing A Fooled Tank And having God to truly thank … One is not to popcorn munch, While targeting a classic lunch: The Thinnest Starch for playful crunch; Eaters don’t see much of the bunch … To God, I’m faintly grateful, After a Popcorn and that’s unfaithful! Of the Non-Given Reverence mindful But of My Cleansing not needful … It shouldn’t often be a Mortal’s Homage And, I trust, God wouldn’t a belly damage.