Challenge
Food
Write a poem that has something to do with food
Food Schedule
I get up on the hour
Hair, teeth and shower.
My job for me chosen.
Apartment one of a dozen.
All out of my control,
yet painfully predictable.
No choices left for me to make,
Except not fried, boiled or baked.
My food is my power.
I pick sweet or sour.
My food is my selection.
So when I deny that confection.
Know that my diet is my true last stand.
From a world that holds me in the palm of its hand.
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