i watch you, digging
digging your grave
with your fork and spoon
everyday you slave

from morning til night
you shovel food
without doubt, yet claim
my pickiness rude

how dare i challenge
to choose my fate
and not stuff my face
just to clean my plate

or to turn my nose
and not partake
in traditional
celebration cake

and you whine to me
i must be mad
and there is no proof
just a life so sad

just to justify
your poor diet
while i think your food
preference a riot

i sit quietly
eating my greens
as you continue
discussing *my* dreams

yet, as days go by
i stay silent
i’m busy watching
you grow violent

responsibility
is not your friend
but i remind you
you can choose your end

with more precision
than what you have now
if you just commit
to put down your chow

please, put down your spoon
and give a thought
to what you consume
no need to be distraught

what you think you lose…
these “foods” you’ll miss
you will soon forget
life will be your bliss

so, just remember
as you watch me
eating my “strange” food
that i want to be

among those who live
to ten-oh-oh-three
but i might settle
if you will agree

to join me one day
around ten-oh-oh-2
to reminisce when
L.E. was taboo

02-28-2010