Monday, March 22, 2010

Ill-fated Delineation

The bottom of the pot blackened
With the unfortunate sense of homogeneity
Old mottos were dusted off
And put back into action
New analogies make promises
Of increased cultural identity
Less Americanization
It's easier to pick out the pieces
And separate individuals
From their counterparts
From soup to salad
Our portions are smaller
And missing key ingredients
The taste is unnatural
So we drown it in oil and vinegar
And cram it down our throats

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