My dreams were served
with Cabernet – seduction by
commercial taste, peeling vanity
off the apple’s core,
taking away unwanted skin,
marketing by genome.
My first bite into liberty,
left me naked as a peach;
the vigour of a romance,
supple breast the waves caress,
the fragrance sells itself.
Cereal competes for calories,
a promise in each crunch -
the body awakening to Adonis,
brands flexing muscle,
a grain-built fantasy.
Steak breeds success,
the money is in the meat;
a raw ambition, grilled to
potential, seared in vision,
relishing wealth - a job well done.
Fondant into luxury,
a flavour of the elite,
a spoonful of temptation,
the suit, the heels,
the liquid status;
a tongue-seducing product.
A different world –
a sense of the exotic;
spices awakening adventure,
open streets– stir it, fry it, buy it;
piercing the mundane,
perfect holiday is a scent away.
The last bite –
the perfect placement;
mouth-watering potential,
taste the subliminal violence;
sales are up, reproduction is down,
nutrition is not our biggest seller.