This is a poetry exercise, write down what´s comes
into your mind....lobster. What the Hell?
A red crustacean on a bed of lettuce with lemon
and mayonnaise sauce sprinkled with parsley.
Can one taste agony?
Dipped alive in boiling water unheard screams,
a long tool to retrieve, white meat from claws.
Am I a surgeon now?
The lobster catcher is not guilty of anything he
just catches sells them, but cannot afford to
eat them.... He has a lobster pet at home, it is sort
of brown and lives in tank, calls it Charlie but he
says nothing, this trader of food for the rich.
Comments about this poem (Food Kills by oskar hansen )
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