In A Cereal Box Poem by Ariel ~

i'm looking for the prize in this junk filled box
of pestilential chemicals and oil disguised as nutrition
"lucky" the front of the box says and yet no luck here
it's as if some orange beast dictated lies, coached conway's newspeak
i can't swallow this - it would leave me somewhere on the streets
heaving, my innards spasming, lungs unable to find clean air
and i certainly refuse to buy this for developing children
misled them to think this is good, is a reasonable choice
this wasn't on my list, i didn't put this in my grocery cart
it did not sneak home, hidden under california's harvest and heartland's produce
the only thing tempting may be the much touted surprise
"you won't believe how good. it will be the best. others not good, not good at all"
and even though i dumped it out,
sifted through the manufactured preservatives and crumbs of … undistinguishable
any gold in this plastic bag of garbage turns out to be some cancerous yellow dye
there is no prize to be had; only a con - already rejected.