We eat factory made, ready to eat food
Full of preservatives, for health not good
We eat food stuffs many months old
As not expired, the package told
Eating in hotels, road side stalls
Without thinking about its pitfalls
Tasty food entices our mind
To our stomach we're unkind
We neither exercise nor walk
About them we only talk
Using gadgets for every job
All physical activity we rob
Glued to mobile all day long
For little rest our eyes long
We have time for everything
Except cooking and eating
Nature, the lungs of our life
We destroy adding to our strife
Potable water, used for drinking
Its quantum, rapidly dwindling
Happy mind our biggest wealth
Also a cause for good health
With negatives, we ruin our days
It is high time we change our ways
Let's make health and happiness our aim
If neglected others we cannot blame
Good health bestows everything
Without it we are reduced to nothing
If we alter the way we live our day
We'll be healthy, I can surely say
Categories:
factory made, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
following
the freckled
stars on her
skin map with
finger and tongue
tips i come
to a point
of intersection
not knowing
which direction
to trace i try
to gaze over
her hip's
horizon to
surmise my
position to make
a decision as to my
fate thinking i might
in some way have
free will in this
situation
but she's not
factory made
making her as
well as
my mind
up as she
rolls over and
yawns
Categories:
factory made, muse,
Form: I do not know?
I just bought a kitchen timer
Sealed inside a plastic shell.
When I tried to get it open,
I did not fare very well.
First I slit it with a steak knife
But I didn’t get too far.
If I sliced my hand instead,
I’d probably end up with a scar.
So I then switched to a scissor
Thinking it would cut right through,
But I really had to struggle
As frustration grew and grew.
Next I grabbed two jagged edges
And I ripped the thing apart;
By this time I’m sure my blood pressure
Was soaring off the chart.
Surely there must be some packaging
Requiring less drastic
Measures to uncover what is waiting
Underneath the plastic.
For I’m sure I’m not the only one
Whose struggles to unseal
Something factory-made in China
Turn into a real ordeal.
What we sacrifice for cleanness
And to stop a thief from theft
Leaves the rest of us consumers
With not one nerve that is left!
Categories:
factory made, life,
Form: Rhyme