Butcher Boosted

Why do they flock,
To have their meat...
Stripped clean of fat?

And who is that selected...
To do just that?
This butcher boosted,
Is preferred!
And slices exactly what is wished.
To rid them of maggots leeching.
And feed to them a diet to feast...
With an increased desire,
To eat from a substance...
More nutritiously dished!

Without those promises of expectations...
That have left them with tastebuds,
Long on delusion!
And not fed with sensations demanded.

This butcher boosted...
Openly will command,
With an exposed and uncloaked hand...
Those who witness the slicing that is done,
Will come to understand!
This butcher boosted is no joke.
And each stroke is meant,
To rid them from all deceptions hidden.

And qualified are the intentions made...
To open all eyes along the way!

'There is no fat on this cat's back!
Down to basics.
With an eye on facts.
Delivered and received!
To nourish a return of reality believed.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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