An assortment of meat, is all I eat,
The flavors get mixed inside.
There's the price, gluttony a vice,
But that fact I always hide.
A sparkling drink, to a brimming brink,
I like the bubbles as they burst.
My mind wanders far, the door ajar,
My imagination gets drunk first.
As I rest and digest, I hotly contest,
In my mind the hardscrabble lot.
Privileged I sit, and below my feet,
Empty battles are being fought.
Who knows when, the common glen,
Will really see a commoner trot.
Their comfort depends on my discomfort,
I'll lose everything I've got.
