In case you didn’t know, nutritionists
pride themselves on being health specialists
by helping people manage their food intake
with supplemental knowledge on how to make
the best use of certain foods and thus escape
(so they’d have us believe) future problems
brought on by ageing.
Don’t swallow a word of it! For decades
they’ve been feeding us timely upgrades
on the benefits of certain vegetables
they brag are on a par with miracles!
And with much hyperbole (why not?) even
flushing the flesh clean of Original Sin!
What these dreamers are really, though–
and I don’t mind in the least telling you so –
are nothing less than dishonest “health freaks”.
Here’s why: (1), their “expert” knowledge reeks
with hyperbolic half-truths based on vagaries
concocted from clever crafted sophistries
whose roots trace back to Greek antiquity
and a school of thinkers whose philosophy
employed a rhetoric of pure deceit – the lie –
which advertizers still use and live by.
Yet what they fail to tell us, though, (for fears
it could, and should, ruin their careers)
is this: these “health freaks” are rank promoters
(peddlers, really) of mega size food growers
whose vegetables are touted as sine qua non
for size, quality and appearance (based on
latest agricultural methods and “-cides”
amply used and better known as pesticides,
kept secret from consumers, and are loathe
to tell the truth when testifying under oath
(preferring to commit outright perjory
without fear of a trial or jail by a jury!)
Thus consumers contribute to their wealth
by eating foods thought harmless to their health.
And as a hidden bonus, just in case
those pesticides do turn out less than safe,
each consumer doubles as a really big
assest to the grower as a ginny pig!
And ignore the label that reads “Organic”
chances are it’s not and just a gimmick
to hike the price to fool the unwary
who equate high prices with quality.
Mature consumers could especially
jeopardize a hoped for longevity
by not scrutinizing a product’s label
for a jaw breaking toxic chemical
printed purposefully so $#@&* tiny
you need a magnifying glass to read it easily!
And, all the while, our poor consumer,
hoping to increase his days in number
to those of Methuselah’s longevity –
if not, at least doubling his sixty to eighty.
But blissfully ignorant that in his body
a cancer is growing there unknowingly
day by day to an extraordinary size
on a diet of its favorite pesticide!
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2022
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