Education Burnt at 500 Degrees

Yellowed-tooth tiles

Peppered-salt panels

Bug-in-soup flickering

Trodden-mixed history

Creamed-whipping cells

Baked-excessive smells,

Open-box-stale creaking

Boiled-raw sickening till I,

Starving for reasons

Why, Tummy grumbling

In my gingerbread bred

Eyes, half-baked in the Standards

Sugar-free manners

Delectable, save

When Flavored deep-fried

Encrusted in originality

The Top Chiefs argue

“Too Garlicky” for

Their Taste buds have been aged,

Flayed, during the days of

Gourmet Beginnings

And fresh Recipes

Before Us, before labels

And checkpoints, before they were

Meshed and created

To smooth into a mold;

I wander with napkins

Stuffed in my pockets like gold

Hoping to find a pen on the floor

So that I may write down a delicious score

To hold in my ginger arms

Frail alarms sound in my mind