reading labels now on packages
and cans of food.
trying to eat right,
not putting poisons into
my body.
i'm one of them
now.
the guy standing in
middle of the aisle
holding
a can of soup up to
the light,
my glasses on the tip
of my nose,
trying to pronounce
words i've never seen
before on the list
of ingredients.
chicken soup is no longer
chicken soup.
it's a conglomeration
of chemicals,
gathered together
in a lab by men in white
coats.
a little chicken flavoring
is present, and then
some of this,
some of that.
don't shake the can,
it might explode.
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