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Don’t tell me what to eat.
I listen to what my body needs.
Everything in there is a well-oiled machine.
That’s the reason I consume all the French fries I can.
Diet (an acrostic poem)
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Eat (an acrostic conversation)
“Exactly what do you want for dinner?”
“Anything that is edible.”
“That means you don’t want me to cook.”
Wheat (an acrostic poem)
While being gluten free was not the lifestyle she wanted
Her choices were that or get sick as her body destroyed itself
Eventually she would get used to the changes in her diet
And find awesome alternatives to those things she loved to eat
The smell of fresh baked bread would always bring a tear to her eye
Crawl (an acrostic poem)
Can’t believe that gross internet myth
Really? You’ll eat a dozen spiders as you sleep over your lifetime?
And to disprove this point I set up a video camera to record me sleeping
Watching the video, and we can see here that…wait, four, five, what the!!!!!!
Love of all that is holy! I’m going to be…
Jungle (an acrostic poem)
.Justice in this place seems to be defined by who can eat whom
Under the veneer of what some call civilization
Now I know how to fight to get what is mine
Given that we could just clearcut this place and set up something better
Looks like we are stuck in this humid hell at each other’s throats
Even as we all sing, “Welcome to the …”
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Pi Day (an acrostic poem)
Perhaps being irrational is just my style
I keep going around and around
Didn’t stop slicing it into pieces
As I stuff as much into my face
You mean it’s a number? Eat my shorts!
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Passion (an acrostic poem)
Putting things in perspective wasn’t usually difficult
Although today Ben was having a real problem with it
See he had his eyes on a certain young lady
She had the cutest little smile that made his breath funny
It made his decision so hard to make
Ordinarily, he would eat his lunch by himself
Now he wanted to ask the lunch lady to eat with him
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Snack (an acrostic poem)
Silently my stomach ambushes me
Not giving me a chance to finish making my meal
All I can think of is how much I want to eat something, anything
Candy soon fills my pie hole, ruining my dinner, but still
Killing my hunger dead in its tracks
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Imagine (an acrostic poem)
If it could be true, then make it happen
Magic is real, and it comes from caring to do the best
All you do does make a difference, you just have to believe
Giving a smile, a hug, a bite to eat, a supportive shoulder, an open ear
It can provide light in a world that focuses on darkness
Never underestimate what impact you can have in the world
Envision a better world because of you
