What’s for Dinner? ( poem by Patriotic Poet )

What’s for Dinner?

So now they use printers to make us our dinner,
This goes against nature, makes gates a sick sinner.

Machines for nutrition, they expect you to swallow,
False promises given, empty and hollow.

No wonder there’s illness, diseases abound,
Fake foods so delicious? Now how does that sound.

This “progress” is backwards, not healthy or right,
Insanity boundless, no end is in sight.

We must feed our heads with good information,
Food should be natural, a wonderful sensation.

Plastic and wood and bugs for our food,
Its not making sense, why does logic elude.

So I’d rather eat real, not fake for my dinner,
Keep all your nonsense, and I’ll be a winner.

Patriotic Poet