i find people sick
nowadays are unaware of what we are un/able to stomach.
never discover appetites altered genetic.
media garnish so photogenic;
this can't be nutritious.

lately i know people to be sick.
because discovery of sustenance substitutes does not create a panic.
disguised as a progression only a science knows,
the sick do not care:
where their money goes;
into what hands their faith lands,
into what insant cure they can purchase.

this mouse trap built facilitates its builder's station.
this mouse trap makes me feel sad
and frames a future hollow.
knee jerk? tear jerk?
cold hearts couldn't care less.

this is not taken seriously
this does not hurt me
what hurts me is when you swallow anything i woul dnot.

sum it up in all one pill.
because seeds for next harvest have proven to be sterile. sum it up in all one pill.
somewhere a seed grows we could digest noncancerous.

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