Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
Stimulating Dinner Conversation (Scrambled Eggs and Brains) Sure, the food is made from plastic Oh, but, geez, it tastes fantastic. It feels so good to eat just like a king Mmmm...this oil is so refined I wonder where it’s mined - And how the hell do they turn that black goo green? Close your eyes, open wide and tell me what you taste. I would swear it was a carrot but it’s hard to compare it when it comes in that thick and creamy paste I just can’t believe the way they inflate those Big red grapes and little green tomatoes Ripe and so juicy, I tell ya, they really fooled me. You know, I don’t wanna be rude But what we used to call food Is nothing. This ‘New Food’ is really top-notch! Oh, Monsieur Robot, please tell the chef That this – this food is the best! Yes, sir! (beep-bop) As soon as it’s back from the shop. Hey, did you ever see how They grow those headless cows? You know it’s really just a shame ‘cause there’s those certain times when I really wouldn’t mind a big, ol’ steaming plate of scrambled eggs and artificial brains. 2-23-24