A Broiler Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

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


Treats that enter our bodies are captured inside gut tubes, under applied pressure, squeezed into cubes, placed with a set of digested factors, eaten: mixed toxic concoctions with acids, filling up spaces and forming lubes.


Once inside, cooking factors quickly in infusion, revolving portions, altering, releasing gases outwards, dissolving toxic properties, explode into a soup: evolving elements that run our system like a car.


We must make efforts to control what feeds into our bodies; state that's enough; cut back upon those trust items, bust those in ills that hurt: improve our lives, our health.


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