Fresh Meat (A Soliloquy To Candyass) Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You say it is tender...
And you call it ever sweet!
You say nothing like it,
Will be found on these streets.
You say it is rare,
And it can not be beat!
You 'wink' of a seasoning,
That has not been tweaked!
Making this treat so complete!
But it had to come from somewhere?
Besides thin air for us to meet.
Others might have told you...
It was good to them to eat!
But the presentation is overdone,
And for me that is not fresh meat!