NaPM April 05 2016

[bedeep]

Smart Food

"Say cheese!" they shout,
grinning like bacon.

But where is my banana,
where is the pitcher that calls
the sink black, oh where
is my other hat?

I have teeth? Oh blessed
vine of my body, how
bleeds this meat of choice
sauces? How open
must I become?

Never have I been.
Never, I say! Howdy,
all you chickens,
let's have that wishbone now,
come on, don't be coy.

I have no seeds.

It's over.

Bury me not.