labels and lies
hypocrisy
in the smallest of packages
it's in the food
chained around
a bounty of better health
in dreams of youth
and fountains of profit
greens to seemless
sunshine trapped in
a turtle shell
head tucked
neatly in the dark
can't seem to be
a fraction of the cost
of sky high
shellac and ethanol
live midst the
peanuts of pitiful in
full market
blowout
drenched in chocolate
to reek of perfection
vegetarians dripped
with lettuce and tomato
cuisine of lean enough
to drive one past the slaughterhouse
straight to the meat market
doused in doubt
and starvation
look the other way
while trust me intentions
drive stakes in the heart
of those who dare to
read the label
in its entirity