pass the butter

i don't want lemon
veal

or orange chicken.

get those apples away
from my pork
chops.

get that lime off my fish.

just salt and pepper please
and a mound
of potatoes.

don't fluff it up with a bunch
of nonsense you

saw on tv.
a fork a spoon a knife,

a glass of red wine, and
bread.

real bread.
warm and soft, like
love should
be.

now pass the butter, please.