The kitchen is filled up
With all manners of ketchups
Some are new and others old
Some light, others heavy load..
I find it difficult
To act like lawyers in court
Because we all are products
Of what society cooks.
Hard and smart, soft and swift
Streets sank feet; for ends to meet,
With deep cuts, they had no clue
Till system’s persuasion grew.
Fighting temptation was no cure
Embracing lifestyles far from pure
False figures brought sweet rejoice
Paying huge tithes in the church.