Father's Milk Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Eat it all up
Lick your plate clean
Your ignorance must taste
Unquestionably wonderful
All those processed
Ingredients
Will sleep in the ground
For ninety years to come
Environmentalists
Will surely never forget
The syllables in your name
And the tongue stimulation
Greatly created
When they roll off the tongue
Call the press!
No, the Prime Minister
He'd love a taste
Of your worm infested
Dung beetle ridden
Plate of ignorance