The Label - Poem by Sara Militello
In this world of ordinary people-
the odd one out is a font
with scruples galore
and bruises deep to deplore.
Ruthless are the games
with many a bane
from there to here
and back again.
Who baked this cake,
this world so hard to take
minds are faked
and drugs are the highest stake?
The label says 'Man Made.'
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