Upf Poem by Mary Champion
Upf
Ultra processed food
nourishes no one,
but the manufacturer
(or should I say the dealer?)
Watch your waistline expand
along with their profits.
But it is soooo moooorish!
Forget the fat,
the salt,
the sugar,
the synthetic chemicals
that lurk at its heart,
just focus on
the succulent,
addictive,
absolutely irresistible
chewy flavour
of each mouthful
as it slowly kills you!
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