Grilled Tofu (Soiled Beans) Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Fed to feed on a series,
Of back to back factless...
And smothered in unhealthy,
Fat distractions.
Leaving many left to perceive,
What they are being served...
Is grade 'A' selected meat.
With it hoped no one notices,
What they eat to request...
To wish for more,
Of its deliciousness...
Is actually leftover,
Grilled tofu.
The curd of soiled beans.

'You mean,
The curd of 'soybeans'.'

No!
Those beans have been soiled.
Spoiled and rotten to the core.

'Why would anyone want more? '

It's the cook!
The cook convinced them,
His beef was real.
And not made up to lie about,
Its origin.
And no one as of yet,
Directly has questioned him.