Directly Connected To The Whims

When the taste of mad cow became the rage...
No one thought anything of it but a fad.
One to fade fast.
Not one to be served on a daily basis.

Addictions of those kinds of fads are sad.
It becomes difficult to eliminate the entire affects.
Especially when the advertisements,
Are directly connected to the whims of children.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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