Junk Food Man

Wrote this after feeling cheapened and being ghosted for something shallower. This is a companion piece to my other poem, "Monosodium Intimate".

Maybe I'm not as quick
And maybe I'm not as easy
But with me you'd be full
And I wouldn't make you queasy

You can't just reach for me
Whenever you feel like it
You'll need a fork and plate,
But at least I'm not full of s**t

I don't have MSG sprinkled on me
I'm not made for mass appeal
No artificial colors here
At least my ingredients are real

You get what it says on the tin
There's no false advertising
No flashy packaging,
No famous sponsors, but I'm appetizing

That guy comes in a wrapper
and he's seasoned with fake
What he's got'll run right through you
He's less to give and more to take

If you want some quick, cheap fix
go for him - by all means
but I won't sit here on your shelf
'cause I've places to be

Go ahead with your junk food man
I'd rather take my chances
On the farmer's stand
Than waste time without a glance

Author's Note

opinions welcome