FOOD FOR THOUGHT
Cabinets of plenty
Are only in dreams
For por folk
Of meager means
Sustenance becomes game
The one with the money reins
Obligation yields just enough
To wet the thickened veins
Movement around food
Becomes slithering on the board
If you are going to win
Subtleties can never be ignored
Hyper-vigilance at the core
Influencing the communication without
Never allowing true desire
To flaunt the heart about
This may be news to regular folk
Who have never known scarcity
To eat and drink without thought
Is truly a precious gift of rarity
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-23-2026
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