Modern Man
To be or not to be was Hamlets’, But, to eat or not to eat is ours, World of colored and flavorful foods, To tingle our brain and tongue, And push us into the everlasting hell of flabbiness. Nay! Good soul, Repent for all that goes in, For it’s not too late, Nay! Though art doomed, Repenting will not stop you, From ill-health which is leeching There they are… Lustrously flat like the belly of a young fair maiden, Sprinkled with goodness of fertilized vegetables, And meat of hen or goat, Topped with cheese, to stay forever, Dangling in our belly, Named pizza, the first ever devil, To jeopardize man’s life Nay! Good soul, Stop, for there are healthy options, It’s not too late, Nay! Taste of cheesy goodness, Cannot stand before Boiled fresh vegetables… Minced meat or vegetables, round in shape, Between wife and mistress, And wetness of mayo and cheese, Made of Maida, pure sin, in every bite, But, madness continues