a poem written by a high-quality non-organic restaurant
*note* honestly ‘don’t like’ this poem, think i’m just trying to ‘go viral’ by being political or something, my ‘true nature’ is ‘moral within an existential framework’ not ‘moral within a moral framework,’ this poem is a ‘parody’ or something of a poem written by a bear *note*
let me go place ads in time out new york and l magazine
why are there edensoy brochures on our bulletin board, or something
what if i place ads in new york magazine
i’m a high-quality non-organic restaurant; i exist on many streets in new york city and i get many more customers than organic restuarants that cost less than me
i saw rich people today and they came inside and ordered non-organic broccoli and factory-farmed chicken and i felt ‘sweet’
let me go get new contracts from kraft cheese and tyson beef
let me go put high-quality non-organic butter in a ‘ramekin’
last night i served $40 high-quality non-organic lamb to various ‘afficianados’ of high-quality non-organic food
the lamb was factory-farmed and injected with a lot of antibiotics but it seemed okay, like people didn’t taste that part, i think
people wanted to eat lamb and be happy and drink wine and i provided that
i saw a depressed man eat three entrees the other night
he seemed good
i felt good and compassionate and thought, ‘should we give him free mashed potatoes or something’
sometimes i consider organic food but then think about all the shit-talkers that would shit-talk us for high prices if we had organic food instead of high-quality non-organic food
sometimes i want to rebrand msg as a delicacy because it seems like i could do it pretty easily
i’ll convince people that eating msg makes you working class or not self-righteous or something
the ceos of msg companies and i will have meetings where we look at graphs showing how people who eat organic food are actually more poor than people who eat high-quality non-organic food and feel like our profit margins are secure
i will openly list msg as an ingredient on our menus
seems sweet
i will place ads in the new yorker, harper’s, and something expected like bookforum, sweet
i felt that the universe doesn’t make sense and that my profits don’t make sense and then i felt sweet
i’ll serve tiny, high-quality, non-organic, genetically-engineered portions of asparagus, edamame, and caviar
i’ll serve factory-farmed pig, cows, turkey, and other animals
i’ll import factory-farmed salmon from south america and i’ll feel sweet
<3 t.l.
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