NaPoWriMo 2017, poem 1

Energy bars

are disgusting.

Why don’t we just come out

and admit it?

Is the need for convenience

so great

that we accept some

sticky, pasty, bittersweet slab of face-scrunching

food-like substance

in place of real food?

It’s not just energy-promising foul cake-bricks:

Easy Cheese, Velveeta, Moon Cheese

are part of this sick game.

The price we pay for “cheese”

that doesn’t need refrigeration

is a loss of true flavor

like when we try to preserve

ourselves for long life

by forgetting

how to really live.

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