A Broiler Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Food carefully inside our mouths placed by sharp teeth hits on particles; swirls all along tube walls, tumbling downward; gathering into pits, dissolving items with others, tossed in a pot.


Treats that enter our bodies are captured inside gut tubes, squeezed under applied pressure into cubes, dissolved with digested factors, eaten, creating toxic concoctions with acids, filling up spaces and forming lubes.


Delights once inside, quickly cooking in infusion, altering portions revolving, release gases outwards, dissolving properties, making a soup: evolving elements that run our system like a car.


We must be self-conscious about what's fed into our bodies; cut back upon those trust items; state that's enough; bust those in ills that hurt: improve our lives, our health.


Yet given those times of discomfort, placed in goods over stuff, corrupt your system, erupt a boiler delights, eat things that disrupt the inner parts: free out mire or a loud fart.