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Raw, raw foods
Ain't the true goods for you.
You can die hard from raw intoxication,
Contamination, i-in-inflammation…!
Cook 'em all the way through, yo.
"Y'all chef and staff,"
"Yes…?"
"I can't eat this. Its raw, raw m-meat-is r-raw-raawh meat!"
"Oh…. Well it's just fine, some people do it all the time."
"I ain't like them others, and this food is clearly undercooked…"
Leavin' the restaurant, no tip,
Bee'cause I got a grip and oh yes,
Raw grease on da floor, I see the chef slip.
Actin' like it's nothing, but really-
It's bad, bad foods. Raw, raw food.
I ain't gonna buy it, nor eat it if already bought'n it.
A bottle slightly submerged in the Sea
has within its light glass a scrap of paper-
on which are the words
"Do you know me?"
"I am on other shores, perhaps
exactly opposite Yours."
The orange deep red-brown
of the hovering sun color the ripples-
like the wrinkles of a silk slip- a dusky effulsence of an evening.
The sun's searing white-yellow
seen through the glass is a slightly
undercooked yolk, seeping
and spreading through the enveloping visceral
white-
the solitary thin cloud passing the Sun's
fire. The sunlight is the gleam on the vessel,
under a Mayan Sky..
flushed with their Belief..Faith...of an ocean
that covers the entire Earth; tranquil,
at peace for eons; before the Mayan "Heart of Sky" that drapes Earth's mottled tints,
creates the creatures- crawling, rising
to stand, walk on the newly born lands.
QUICK EXIT
From the kitchen came a very odd smell
Menu was in Thai so I couldn't tell
Pointed and asked what is that
The waiter said its grilled rat
Was outta there like a bat outta hell...
EYE EYE
Went out with some friends for beer and meat pies
Asked the waiter to make mine a surprise
Well I took a huge bite
And nearly died of fright
The filling was made of fish and cows eyes...
ALL YOU CAN EAT
Went to a cafe where all you can eat
Thought I'd go large and have me a nice treat
Carrots, meat and some leeks
Then I heard the squeaks
Saw the food move and went white as a sheet...
MEAL DEAL
Why do restaurants sell meals that are cheap
Thought I'd go in check one out take a peep
I didn't like what I saw
Food undercooked and quite raw
And lamb kebabs may not be from a sheep...
BURGER AND FRIES
For fries and burger I was in the mood
I went in but quickly went off my food
I'll tell you the reason why
The waiter's wore just a tie
And nothing else they were totally nude...
WHATS IN A STEW (DONT ASK)
In restaurants never order a stew
What they put in to it would make you spew
Scraps from the day before
Some scrapings off the floor
And some other bits you'll find hard to chew...
LOW LIGHTING
Low lighting creates an ambient mood
Lovers taken out to eat and be wooed
They don't want you to sue
And you would if you knew
How kitchen staff really prepared your food...
(All fiction, I hope)
Written on 18th September 2020.
We Are Not Alone
Where are we going?
Rushing around
Going everywhere and ending up nowhere
Do we have to move so fast?
Eating undercooked hamburgers and supersized Cokes
We do not talk to each other
We never notice the person standing right beside you
Even families talk through email and texts
Too busy to sit and talk even for a minute
Strangers and family remain strangers
It is like we are a civilization of one
Six billion independent souls who need no one
We do not notice the world that we live in
The sun rises and sets in beautiful colors
We never notice the sky unless we’re caught in a storm
Flowers share their natural beautiful colors
Their scents fill the air but no one stops to enjoy them
Life moves too fast for anything as trivial as that
We should take a moment and stop
Just one moment to notice the people we share Earth with
Stop and smell just one flower on the side of a building
In that moment you will know that there is a world out there
A planet of life for you to experience
And you will realize that you are not alone
I filled in the application form,
Fluffed the facts on question 42,
And three weeks later learned
I’d been accepted, I’d got through,
An approved Probationary Member
And just as soon as they were able
Fine Dining Restaurant Scotch Mist
Would grant me a Dinner Table,
Dress Formal, lounge suit and tie
Casual attire not accepted anymore
Entrance conditional on approval
Inspection carried out at the door,
Subject to Banker’s references,
As I would, of course, expect,
Please supply full details
To allow them to be checked.
Just two years later and
I’d moved rapidly up the queue,
Various members having died
As older members tended to do.
You need stamina and patience
To work your way up the waiting list
And get your first evening out at
Fine Dining Restaurant Scotch Mist.
What a sense of achievement
I’d managed not to be rude
Or pass derogatory comments on
Artfully arranged, undercooked food,
Served so beautifully, I suppose,
On what looked like builders’ rubble
Supervised by a Chef proudly wearing
Three day’s designer stubble.
But, I’m a peasant at heart you see
So I won’t be going there again
I’m really just an example of
Those Pint and Fish’n’Tatie men.
Give me a meal for preference
In a good old fashioned pub,
Or an evening of knees up at
Any honest working man’s club.
But, I’ve made it in society,
Casually can brag in conversation,
See their looks of awe and
Respect at the realisation
I’ve got it there on my CV
Printed large so it can’t be missed
I’m a fully accepted member of
Fine Dining Restaurant Scotch Mist.