Not Nutella
US americans
spending weeks
camping on a beach
in Greece breaks the body
down to where
we've gathered one
by one collecting each
and everyone's drachmas
we need
peanut
butter
the
real stuff we saw
on the local grocers'
shelf we all willing and
young to eat Skippy with
all the heart
attack ingredients
especially high fructose
corn syrup because after all
it was only
an eight ounce
jar so how could
we go too far down
one
more
level of
damnation
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