Alan Bruce Thompson
Is this really all there is to eat?
Glutinous, shimmering and blazing with heat.
There's lots of this stuff, this bread and meat,
This has become the substance that gives life it's beat.
The noble vegetable has gone, salad took its place.
Even the vegetarians eat it to save face.
There's no way to complain, you'll get what we want
There's much variety but little point to chant.
Flavours and taste come from three drums
”Lots of choice”, but no choice, take it as it comes.
Fat, sugar and salt is all we need,
To feed our hunger and forget our greed.
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