Not Fit
I stand here in extreme distress, annoyed
That I cannot button up my pants.
Though aware that I should not have more
That final ear of corn was one too many.
That scene was twenty years ago.
No longer am I a glutton for corn.
Since science has removed its taste,
There is no reason to waste good butter on it.
I take a bite and spit it out.
This modern corn is only fit for cattle.
They have taken away a harvest treat
So corn might have a longer shelf life.
We consumers must stand up and say,
“Hybridizers have meddled with perfection.
Now that most of our vegetables aren’t fit to eat,
They can stay on the shelves, for all we care.”
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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