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Food, oh glorious food! A feast for our senses, so good. The aroma wafts in the air, Filling our bellies with care.   A bounty of flavors to explore,
How does the flavor stay in my mouth if this is sugar free gum? Wonka was not there to answer my question It was the person he gave the rights of his company to that stood in front of me, who I asked
peanut butter and jelly   Tofu and rice  I like to eat food although some aren't very nice  I hate people sometimes because people make me sad  why should I forgive them when they have been very bad 
There was a young man who was obese.He ate too much and now he's deceased.He went to his favorite restaurants and ate a lot of food every day.He died at the age of thirty and it's not surprising that he passed away.
On a limestone laced hillside, Under a sun burnished Umbrian sky; Like resting peasants, the olives thrive.
Love of food!Gastronomy-Focus?Gourmet cuisine,Foods imbued with life,Sensual,Multi-Cultural,Lavish,Holistic,Essential,Expe­riential,Food to live and die for!
It is Thanksgiving afternoon Different is the celebration We must now wear a mask In order to safely see Christmas
Wherever my neighbor goes, people stare.They can't look away because of his neck and pink hair.When he goes out in public, people constantly point and laugh.It's because of his hair and because he has the neck of a giraffe.
I love PB&Js. Eat it all the time For lunch, baby. I love  PB&Js Won’t you come alive And eat with me.
I have a late night McDonalds crew. I'm betting you wish you had one too. We go and we get ice cream and fries. I'll usually go for two apple pies. Three girls and a boy, well an honorary female.
honey-brown skin   glistens like liquid gold   and pours into my open mouth.   i drink up as if i've been parched for years.   but this flavor could never compare  
honeysuckle lips   almost touching mine, but not quite   they drip below   the crook of my nose,   slide down,                     down,  
Help I need it big time And i have asked for it. I used to  Huddle Seclude myself in the shadows
In Ayurvedic and Traditional Chinese Medicine food, illnesses even the body's internal organs- all are divided, classified as either hot or cold dualities- distinct, yet working together
So ... What’s In Store ... ?!? Well A Lot of Store Wars And That’s For SURE ... !!!!! A Lot of EMPTY Shelves And Now Aisles As Well ... !!!
Sometimes I can still hear the sounds of yesteryears- my family's voices, their conversations reverberate. And I recall my father's and uncle's ardent discussions of the revolution
Buildings of blue Reflecting the sunlight, Like brothers and sisters Competing in height.   Indian, Chinese, Mediterranean, A variety of cuisines. The CN Tower and Rogers Centre stadium.
Milkshake, O milkshake; so thick and creamy. I take a sip, you are so dreamy. Should I use a spoon or a fry? If you spilled I would surely cry. If I drank too many of you, I would have a heart attack and die.
Today I decided to go to the store, We parked and I walked through the big glassy doors.   Headed straight to the snacks, I went right past the fruit,
Hiding from other children Once a precious treasure Glistening dumplings Seafood soups Marinated meats   Tempt breaks my heart, As we are forced to part. I abandon myself.  
Money is given not earned, Dumpsters serve as restaurants, Fountains as bathtubs, Shoes are their tires, Makeshift shelters as home, No family but fellow brethren, And no dept because most already paid.
Greasy and salty Sometimes crispy The worst are mushy They say the fast-food companies Inject the potatoes with sugar To keep them consistent They're French Or are they?
Through the rolling waves of time, The core of existence has never altered nor refined. Starting with the first faint memories of a family dinner: White jasmine rice with a selected number of simple side dishes.
Sweet spraying kernels Golden bumps on a hard core Like a kind person with a stout heart Bite it and it squirts Eat like a baby again Face smashed against wet juiciness American fruit
Warm family meal Amidst the chill of autumn Cinnamon and nutmeg Christmas in a crust Don't eat too much Or it loses its magic Of holding your taste buds In warm, soft, sweet, juiciness
I can walk into an all-you-can-eat buffet, and my brain will light up like a gambling addict's. Numbers running in my brain, neon signs floating above plates counting fat and carbs and sugar,
A simple store bought cracker pack is all I really need and if I had the choice to, it’s all I’d ever eat.    It’s clear and noisy wrapper never fails to bring me joy like a puppy with a bone and a toddler with a toy.  
Every night I ate Something new from my plate Every night I sat at the table  While my mom slaved in the kitchen Every night I sat at the table And enjoyed the fruits of someone else's labor 
Mayonnaise, lemon, fish, and avocado Scrambled eggs, sushi, kiwi, cream cheese Foods I’d eat? No!! Cookies, oranges, pizza as I please But not the nasty food,
The juicy lobster appeals my taste A fish I will actually eat Perfectly buttered Lettuce washed with purity Bun perfectly toasted
My mother has said dont say you hate it until you have eaten it.
Butter I don't really like butter In any way, Shape, or Form. And speaking of form-- Do you know what butter will do to yours? Why, you'll bloat and you'll bloat
Baby birds and food. Who is going to feed them? Stomachs growl for food.
A dry pile of hay Horses chew with their strong jaws Breaking so much wind
Skipping meals, once again how does this happen, how is this a trend? it isn't trendy to starve oneself yet here I am
Due to popular belief. I believe that certain things are due to happen naturally. Like all other things it's bound to grow. This thing, love. We are due to become obese to this organic, homegrown feeling.
Sugary and sweet Heart of determination Key to prevailing As reliable as the Earth But Its magical like rapunsel Sure I and bedazzlers As sarcastic as Frilly hot fries
just one failure to watch  one fateful soft misstep  can bring a building down  cause chaos to erupt    i looked around for someone  i’m still not certain whom relief flooded my chest
Period one I feel hungry as always Though I just had breakfast I push through   Period two Hunger still When will it be time to eat? I push through   Period three
I’m a diva For pizza- Fast as a chee-tah To grab the last piece-uh. I say “bye-bye Felicia” To my poor little pizza. When I go see the Giza Or to Micronesia I bring me some pizza
the best part of the norovirus is that while it robs you of your breath, leaves you sweat-shaking with hot chills in bed it also steals your appetite finally, to be empty by no willpower of my own
Dingy green metal Flecks of paint flaking off like dandruff Corners set in stagnant water, Leechy muck in the slimerot of the shadows Little door slides open with a screech
Hunger built inside me, dwelled in my very being. My hungry eyes searched scornfully I could see it Far away, yet so near The palpable scene of scrumptious desserts
For every nickel I earn, I will spend it on you. You’re always on my mind. It’s hard to forget Your smell, your texture; you’re a beautiful view.
Hunger built inside me, dwelled in my very being. My hungry eyes searched scornfully I could see it Far away, yet so near The palpable scene of scrumptious desserts
Cold Pizza My pizza, so precious and delicious, The flavor that ignites me with hope and optimism The warmth that comforts and soothes my roaring hunger
  Dearest cannoli, of chocolatey lore I could never desire but anything more Than your sugary goodness, so wonderfully sweet, I could never imagine a more fetching treat
Dear Diary,  “Another nice day,” to myself I said. But something is still missing! Day after day, I am filled with dread. I search, I wait, and I keep on listening.   No sign of my love has arrived.
Dear Pa,               Never wrote a letter ever.             I’m told e-mail’s just not the same.             OK, here goes.
You were a terrible friend. Words really cannot express how unpleasant it was to be friends with you.
My Nana says she put her foot in them collard greens, so we better eat them all. She says she was up at 6am slaving away over a hot oven so that we can enjoy this cookout feast. But she ain’t gone do all the work herself now.
Late one night,   During finals week,   Matt decides   To get a bite to eat.   It’s two AM   Only shop in town
I wear you like a coat that everyone can see "Did she gain a few pounds?" "She should really stop eating" There talking right now Saying things behind my back
some teens dont have multiple game consoles  and mobile devices some teens dont have enough clothes to wear a different outift everyday some teens dont have  bucketfuls of art supplies
We got apples and oranges and all of the greens We got salmon and soup pea and vitamin C. From farmer's markets, to Whole Foods, to your mom and pop shops, Together we have made our health a priority, but this has to stop.
To understand a healthy relationship, you must understand a healthy self. Neither should you starve to death, nor should you stock junk food on the shelf.
I like food a ton Eatting makes me so happy I bet you do too
Fried black bananas   white sweet goat cheese   thick pale and yellowing like an old wound   Shiny crinkled scabbing edging the the grill-marks where   burnt Brown sugar   
You are what you eat, but for her it's what she drinks. Coffee in the A.M. to keep her awake, wine in the P.M. to put her to sleep.
oh broccoli i used to cook you in all my food but today i chopped up vegtables with nood it was delish i am sorry broccoli  i forgot you  
In all honesty.I think what I truly desired was to be put on a plate.And be devoured piece by piece.My attention, all my free time.Everything that no one else could see.With knife and fork.
She felt my thirst.Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air.I had no idea what was about to happen.The plastic removed from my face, the breath of life.I felt comfort in her hands.
This looks like jump to me You are a cockroach
I love to eat i love eating meat and beets, and beans my hands never stay clean i really love food it pleases my mood if you don't like food you are quite rude
Change causes sunken ships. See Starbucks, their cup lost sips.   An attack on America, That absent-Christmas glory; But even worse, are these fingerprints- Don’t care for such stories.  
I just love to eat! 'Tis quite a joy beyond compare, To eat so many different kinds of food From every known and unknown part of the world, Ice cream with chocolate sauce, sprinkles, and a cherry,
For morning’s breakfast I prepare a snack Of half a poppy covered bagel, so I can survive the day. And then, I lack The most important part: cream cheese, oh no!
of all the sauces the one that's the best that's head over heels and tops all the rest with a helping of spice and a helping of zest is siracha sauce. you can put it on pizza you can eat it with lime
  Buried in a plate of lettuce, I look up. Buried in a plate of lettuce, I see Memories of chicken nuggets dipped in ranch Memories of thick, greasy pizza
Once in a while, on a Good Friday,  I might get the chance to have you.    To see you fall into the smokey sauna,  Brings sweet pleasure to my bubbling taste buds.   I love hearing your sweet sizzle,
Refridgerater By Jacob Henderson, Christine Dunker, and Jaclyn Heigert   My mind is a refridgerater, An abyss full of useless things That make me fat.
Popeyes or Five guys? Either way, I'm getting my cajun fries. Feel free to attempt to stop me. For that is an impossibility. Have a nice day!
I possess a very active mind full of ideas. All hotter than fresh quesadillas yet more tasteful than plain tortillas. Sometimes there are too many for me to even keep. Occasionally they impair my ability to sleep.
Right now I feel like life is in a pickle. I just ate my last pop sickle. That is right, I don't have a single Otter Pop left to my name. Nobody will understand my pain. I cannot settle my craving with an ice cube.
My cats meow a song of hunger and thirst while we prepare meals for their routine dry feast.   They run back and forth between the kitchen and the hall where they eat,
As the black abyss came over me I stood motionless, helpless and in fear that my very essence is being consumed. I am taken into this cave in this cave and it’s out of my control.
My stomach grumbles How I long to eat something I'll eat a sandwich
in my backpack is my lunch sack  it has been rotting for days and I am afraid  to see what my mom has made because I know it has decayed   
Today, once again, I am down. So, I look around. Down the street, I see a clown. I frown. Through the window, I see a beautiful gown. I have a meltdown. Is there nothing in this town?
Jay seems like a monster in the morning Angry about having to leave his bed Yet once he has his coffee a change happens Relaxation, relief and more awake than before
You open the door and into the wild you go. All you can hear is noise, Noise mad by fans and announcers. Its a Thursday night and you came to eat all you can. I see a man approaching me in gray, yellow, and white.
The weight of life upon me sits At times I want to call it quits. Life is hard; it’s truer than true. But I have to see life through.
I am not excesivelly fat I dont sit like an overweight cat My belly isn't likely to roll  But I would love to eat a pizza whole I wont beg or whine I won't even sit before a shrine
Bitter like licorice, but sweet like honey Soft, melt in yo mouth, kinda soft Spicy, salty, nutty, crunchy A drop of cinnamon, a taste of caramel Add a pinch of brown liquor, and you've got The Good Stuff
They say there are seven wonders Created by the earth, But no one ever mentions The burger's birth.   With every fresh bite devoured A baby laughs for the first time.
When I was seven years old In my mathematics class Measurement setting in dread Forty kilograms is the answer   I don’t remember the lesson I learnt
It is time to begin my day the sun is out and says "Hooray!" I drag myself out of bed I yawn and scratch my head. Then I can hear the oven humming and down the stairs I come running.
I've had a hard day at school I think to myself, "you know what would be cool?" No need to reply, my stomach already knows
I clasp my hands, and begin to pray It might sound cliché, but food makes my day… The clock strikes 1 and I run to the kitchen But wait a line—seriously for the microwave? I look at my chicken
Refrigerator Stocked with food I love to eat Refrigerator
<p> Potato,Potato,Po-tato/ Everyday, Every hour/ Licking Potatoes /In the shower /Potatoes are smexy /Potatoes are fine /You wanna lick potatoes?
Fresh oranges and a sunset to match  The gap between his teeth, only visible when he laughs and freckles the that speckle the tip of his nose. We call them sun kisses.  
When I feel not quite myself.When I feel like life's going all wrong.I rap up in a warm fuzzy blanketAnd turn on a show. A romantic comedy is where I find my escape from the world around.I have a snack on my lap,Chocolate or chips,Popcorn or cooki
(Businessman Perspective) Cold and hungry as I tried to find a place to rest, I finally see a small warm cafe at the end of the road. I started to jog and cross my arms in front of my chest,
I come home early like you said I should, But you stare at me like I intrude. This is my home too mother. So stop treating me like I am a bother.   Why do you forget that I am just a kid?
Sweet potato, Sweet Potato Grown in the ground  Sweet potato, Sweet potato Dusty and brown   Sweet potato, Sweet potato For an hour you cook Sweet potato, Sweet potato
It is delicious and sweet, So simple to enjoy, When not having to worry about a thing. For me that's not the case. I love food, at least I did But the relationship is on and off.  
You know what? Icing is the best. It's a fact at this point. But what's left once you've scooped up the last of the heavenly cream? You know what. It's cake that's the best. Who doesn't love cake.
Jimmy was smashed by his giant wings 
I struggle constantly, just like everybody else. Eyeing myself in the mirror, I look plump in all of the places I shouldn't. I want to work out, but I've got other things on my list that I'd rather do.
I was in a big city And got a hotdog from a street vendor It taste sooooo good Ketchup, onions, chili and cheddar   As I walked home with a smile My stomach started to dance
I’m tempted to say oxygen Were most critical to my survival, Like a smart-alec, But it only keeps Me alive, Continuing a process His Breath Began.   I might claim that
As lovely as a song, that makes my belly sing along, is a triple layer lasagna with 3 layers of pasta.   Four layers of bubbling cheeses, and sauce; that can appease, to much ease,
My love for you is great My heart melts for Costco till the dusk of day  My lifeline you may be  Furniture, food, and electricity till days dawn   Costco beauty is dazzling  
I arose, and from a deep doze 
Hidden Beauty |~Taylor Freeman~| Losing someone is extremely difficult. But when they are close to someone so young that’s the worst. Our father was killed in war;
Your tan brown skin Tastes salty when we kiss But that doesn't matter Because now it's me that's creamy in eternal bliss   Even better in the summer time Forever my partner in crime
I love this place dearly,  its very close to my heart. I grew up here along with others, being pushed around in a cart.   If stranded on a desert, where will I go instead?
You were gone for so long Now you're back Gone for too long Eleven months and twenty three days to be exact   Oh how I missed you Your cold touch Your green skin
It's said you can live about 3 weeks without it For me? Not even a second. There's no helping it. The basic thing we humans can't survive without You're thinking about it now, there's no doubt.  
There’s one thing in my life that is dear and ethereal And that dear and ethereal thing is called cereal. Mornings and nights, without a doubt
I see them in my dreams  Though occasionally in my oven Thou haveth beauty even Shakespeare would fail to describe  So gold and crispy  They meet the definition of  'perfect'
Food is a blessing Food is a curse It's the main reason I have no money in my purse   Food is my hero Food is my villain When I'm eating Hide all women and children  
Cravings on my soul, Cravings on my spirit, let me see behind your thoughts; I wan't to taste your lyrics. I need you on my meals, There's no other substitute.
Cooking everyday Food made with heart And filled with love Here I am With my knife Slicing with ease Dicing, mincing, with my blade singing Making beautiful works of art So delicate
I smell it I see it I feel it  I taste it I love it Food, it keeps me alive I can't live without it because My body would collapse if I didn't eat it Calories Texture Taste
Spicy, robust, and redCausing conflagration in my headWithout this sauce I’d be dead.   Some say love is all you need,Others crave power to succeed,But a slave to greed is ne’er freed.  
I ate a piece of pumpkin pie With whipping cream piled high And, finding I was hungry still, Took the pan and had my fill.
I'm in heels and a dress I rather be in sweats Reading a book on the train or drinking a milkshake yeah... make that a large ass milkshake chocolate with whipped creme and extra fucking cherries
Red, orange, green and even blue No its not the rainbow I'm talking about but its food. More than just a taste, but an artwork of colors and designs on a plate. Combining flavors to create a new,
People say the relationship is toxic. That he'll kill me. (It surely well might be the case) But it's not your business I tell myself   People say the relationship ain't healthy.
I've started saying Grace, I thank Jehovah for my food.I didn't do that in the past but I've changed my attitude.Jehovah didn't have to give us taste buds but he wanted eating to be a pleasant experience.
I am a funfetti cake. It sounds silly and may make me seem obesed with food. 
I'm in between waiting  for food and exictment   I'm in between waitng for my car and joy   I'm in between waiting for shoes and anxiousness   As you can see I'm waiting 
Two copper pennies Clink in a jar. It's not enough for food. Not enough to go far. Your empty stomach Curves like those coins.
Poor college student: Free food you say? No? Okay... Sorry I'm busy.
I am from croquettas de jamon, From guava and cheese. I am from sandy beaches heated by the bright, burning sun (Beating, glistening, warming my skin, tasting like freedom)
there are plenty of sticky notes lining the countertops at noon when she wakes up. giving instructions for crockpots and prepared meals. 
I sought out love and in you I found, my muse, my inspiration, that one thing that keeps me going. Is passion this deep and desire profound? If you only had a hand to wear the ring.  
I've tastedhaute cuisine,The bestlife has to offer...French wines divinedined a juicy supper...Ripe TomatoesVines of grapes,Pineapple Guavahoney,oil of olivedripped
Upset, angry, tired, cold, Chocolate, espresso beans, warm pork-pulled. When I feel bad: food is there, Food is awesome and I don't care.  
Sometimes days are bad. Then I think about grilled cheese Grilled cheese is awesome.  
A bagel with jelly A bagel with jam
A girl of just fourteen Decides to go lean Little by little stop the meals Skip the breakfast Take the heel A moment on the lips A lifetime on the hips A year passes She's underweight
Hey, do you eat dog?!
Do you know what you consume?
Chunky, Munchy, Crunchy, Peanut Butter or Chocolate Chip, It can be Thick, Thin or Crumbly, Its what Everyone like to eat. It could be round or squared, Sometimes Big or sometimes small;
Dragon’s breath kissed my virgin tongueMy sweeeeeeeet rosy cheeksCarressed by the ruptures withinMy taste buds enveloped a bittersweet endOne that craves the smooth textures of the white velvet
Whenever the scent of chili pepper enters my nostrils, my mouth waters like a pavlovian dog. I know I will chew silently, joyfully, and voraciously   on soft grained rice smothered with dripping
Your odor so strong, potent, sweet, and tantalizing, lures me in every time. Your layers appear soft and spongy, your glaze smooth and milky. My mouth waters, My tongue spikes, My lips part,
Steam rising slowly from black peppered fluffy pale yellow.   Heat rising from the flat surface. Long strips of crisp red and brown. Short stubs of meat linked together.  
You said you’re in love and you can’t live without me. You said I destroyed it all in a matter of seconds, effortlessly. You said I was your night, morn, and noon.
Cooking poetry and the words bubble over like soup frothy broth sweeping the sides of the pot
Burritos and tacos oh my school has started again and I want to cry waking up at 6 AM WHY?
Oh Burrito, how thine tortilla shell is warm and softly wrapped around the ingredients I desire. How your lettuce intrigues me.
Slowly dripping, Not quite burning, Hot Fudge Sundae.   Taste buds tingling, Stomach straining, Hot Fudge Sundae.   Don't know why there's all this waiting,
On a Saturday morning, I wake at nine, My stomach growls and I'm ready to dine, I smell the breakfast in the air, The smell is pleasent, but first, a prayer, I close my eyes and bow my head,
When I was but a young lass not very far in the past I remember sitting at the ramily table with food dishes around me glad my snomach was empty so I could eat until I was unable.
By: Cole Rains  
Raw ingrsdients Turned into art I love the sound
I want to roll the words from your mouth, around mine A candy drop  To smooth my tongue over Feel every swirl and indentation Liquid caramel, so sweet  Unwrap each syllable with my lips 
Had I been born a pear, I would’ve lived a rotting life.
Sailing across the lake Under the bright blue sky in search of cake  and also pie.   Two things so sweet they never get old they are always good to eat well, unless they are cold.
Forver is how long we'll be together Only thing int he world that can literally make me happy without words
Forver is how long we'll be together Only thing int he world that can literally make me happy without words
Forver is how long we'll be together Only thing int he world that can literally make me happy without words
There's a rumbling inside. The empty feeling inside me, seeping into my soul. It shot pain up my chest and into my lungs. This brought the slow warmth of pain and aching, into my chest. As I reached,
Food We eat it We need it Is it a necessity? Or is it less to be As we crave it day and night
One lip slaps against the other expelling a wet and horrid sound. Digesting food waging battle with the tongue. It’s all on display for the world to see! Sea food is not meant to be seen
Roses are red Violets are blue I like bacon More than I like you   Tulips are pink Marigolds are yellow Don't you dare Touch my jello
Hispanic women always say I should learn how to cook, because men like that. Not just Hispanic men, but all men.   Big men with swollen arms and clouded heads that like to take it slow.  
I ate to satiate my tongue's desire.My body's sense of humor is so crude.For when I ate my hunger was a fire,A raging bear with a bad attitude.
That "Sizzle" you hear coming from the non-stick pan 
Wrinkled but soft Aged and veiny Her hands have raised us Tonight they stir spaghetti, Hang wet clothes, Wash the dishes. And how beautiful they are.   It’s said to be heaven
Flavor is found beneath where thou ist not looking cheese can cover but what money can't buy
The kids on the street Have something to eat With a warm fluffy bed To cradle their head.   A nice little home With no reason to moan And a doll in her hand That she calls Little Joan.
Our Heart beats oil, nourishing the blisters of our skin. Laying in a hopeless state and devouring the prescribed saturated medicine. When the hunger strikes again, you must see the doctor. His name is Dr. McDonalds and rumor has it he's Legit.
Food. Our Food. Our Children's Food.
Why must we be fat? Why must the food be bad. Eat a burger feels like you got hit by a bat. Then there are these diets that are fad. As America we are not healthy We are not strong What could be wrong
Fair as me and sweet with glee, patterns as succulent and tasty
A writer’s sword is a pen Green, blue, red, black, yellow ink Inside a long plastic contraption It spews words exempt for bigotry And hatred. A writer’s pen stops magic from happening during a
A perfect boat of gravy,A tender slice of lamb,Crispy green vegetables,Potatoes straight from the pan.  
If everyone were kinder
What would I change? Wouldn't you like to know? I'd feed the hungry To make people grow.   I work at McDonalds, it's fine and all, And we throw away burgers that go out and come back
Run that extra mile, Pick up those and move them to that pile. Keep up that pace, The goal of this is to finish your race! You look tired, you seem sore But you have to keep giving it more.
Everyday thousands are starving while the ignorant throw away "scraps", which could be a meal for someone.
School Lunch  School Lunch to some kids is they only meal for the day  Schools decide to make people pay for school lunch event hough  it should be free.
Sometimes I dream about the half eaten dinner for two rotting in my fridge Lusting for the time when that goose was first cooked
Truly divine,  to my tongue and to my eyes,  you tease me with glimpses  of your savory gown making me say "I want you now!"  Luscious vermillion  and a gratifying green 
Will ya look at that pie? Oh my. Oh my! Whipped cream piled high. To die! To die!! I'm sworn to a diet. I sigh. I sigh... With all of my might. Oh why? Oh why?
Food, water and shelter That's it.. That's what I would focus on If I had the chance to change the world. I'm serious, all other issues aside   Food, water and shelter would be my key topics
Nothing happens unless first we dream. And indeed I did. I dreamt, I hoped, I wished upon a star, And I prayed. I called out for mercy And begged on my knees, Crying for some sanity to emerge.
Farming has always been my life, I grow feasts, down to every crumb. Day after day, here lays my strife: People don't know where their food comes from!   If uneducated, agriculture is missed,
I'm hungry for pork rinds I smell it I have to buy them tomorrow or a cake I graduated today and I'm hungry hungry for money, for love, for friendship experiences a job
Everything is frozen this morning, but the sky is clear An orange creamsicle sunrise through the mist Ice cream colors reminding me of the popsicles our fruits have become
It happened in August. 294, it read. I blink, my eyes needing to focus. The numbers don’t budge. My heart drops easily into my stomach.   I feel sick. The scale says something
Everybody shuffle in line Got your gold nuggets in hand? Teeth caps? Money signs? Pile up the bread, the fried chicken, the roasted chicken, the broasted chicken, the grilled chicken,
Remind me   Tell me what I am Tell me what you think I should be I want to hear it Remind me   Just ‘cause I’m female I just shouldn’t be here On this land
It’s the hardest job in the world In the hot sun all day Digging, plowing, working, and tilling They take a short break
  Tiptoeing past my shame, Where once again, I start to question if I’m worthy To eat that extra slice, To role the dice To tell me if I’d ever pull off “curvy.”   Smiles watch me now;
This slop, This glop, No, please, stop I don't understand Why you say you feed us by hand But we look at our plates And see our fates It is like staring into the abyss
Innocent people being hooked on the blue book, becoming dull robots that speak in code; it comes in your sleep taking your intellect like a crook, by bribing you with a new mode.
Four hours of tourcher have now passed. The bell has now rung, Everyone races to the lunch room. Dashing and skipping to the front of the line, Their eyes widen like a flower in the spring that blooms.
Fat Girl in the buffet line,Fills half of her plat
Why are so you fat? When you can be just as thin, Some say what matters is within, You say I can't help that.   Have you ever tried? Whats within will surely become broke,
Your legs were too skinny for your shorts The day you walked into the room, your cotton shirt About to billow, as if it could, on the unseen zephyr of your shoulders:
I am from houses, From old neighborhoods and drenched cities I am from tablets used for drawings Colorful, amusing Clean stroked lines   I am from movies nights and eating out
In, out, in and out of my mouth. I know you're thinkin' dirty, but those are thoughts  you need to ditch, because the truth is I'm just  eating a juicy sandwich.
  My first poem   Today is the day. That the whole world becomes gray. I tell of my schools ways. And why I am saying things this way. It’s about how teachers treat us today.
 Sammy   The complications of life tend to start As early as the first beats of the heart. Or in my case, when a heart is lacking, The problems begin when a person starts packing A lunch with the greatest of care and precision. A lunch to be eaten
Lace up running shoes, Hit the trail; Lost in thought, Discover yourself
It’s music note coming at you Throwing these facts down so you’ll understand where I’m coming from I mean the point of me stating these facts
Burritos deliver satisfaction to my tummy The ones from Taco Bell are super yummy The tortillas made of flour I can eat them every hour  With your beans, rice, sour cream and cheese
Taco Bell and diet Cokes Don’t be fooled, It’s all a big joke. “It’s low-fat and sugar-free” Really? You think packaged food is that easy? Pesticides and chemicals
Food doesn’t hurt me. It doesn’t tell me anything bad. It doesn’t push me around. It doesn’t make me sad. But it does make me more round.
I can smell it. It makes my stomach growl, yet churn. My mouth begins to water,  as I take in the scent. I refuse it, the urge to taste. I have the strength. I will reach my goal.
The smell of 'nanas fill the air I really just can't wait The oven is so heated now The bread is surely late   My patience is a'lowering The smell is just too strong
I live in thoerical famishment, where nothing satisfies my appetite. I doodle grilled chickens, my mouth crafting fountains of drool. I dream of fluffy soufflés floating over fences.  
The sizzle as it hits the black, it’s fried. Burgers are flipped all along the steel grill. And as we wait my brother he had sighed. When they come we’ll eat until our stomachs fill.
When I run, I am free, my chains are broken. My shoes are like the13th Amendment; I am no longer a slave to society. When I run, no one can own me, the road becomes my empowerment. Strength, Struggle, Satisfaction.
Foodies, fooderific, foodatious, and foodery Flavorful and filling Feverishly feasting on the fundamental answer to life wishing, waiting, wondering, counting the seconds until those cheese sticks...
Exercise is good for you, Blood, sweat, and tears, will get you through the deepest blue and fit throughout the years, you may not like it at the start but then you get addicted,
Rrrringg! The bell squeals like a famished pig And everyone bolts out of class, Stomachs filled with Emptiness. The heavenly menu for lunch Stimulates my anxious taste buds As if they were given
This sweet confection no other like it two desserts combined, it's cooling effects with the moist cake cream cheese swirling a bowlful a spoonful makes anyone smile one bite
Chocolate you taste so good And in the morning, My face and your goodness meet
She is as fluent as a gust in winds, She smells of roses with petals of red, She is definite with ev’ry rescind, She loves with a wide and extended tread.
Food is my ultimate weakness I have stop and lose these pounds Because now I am so sleepless Shedding off weight has too many secrets The sugary snacks make me look fat all around Food is my ultimate weakness
How it looks, how it is prepared, how it smells is why we eat it Crumbs may fall and we scrap our plates bit by bit Its hits our mouth and our taste buds are in love Something this good is totally undreamed of
Although it’s night, Even though it’s unusual, Whenever the clock strikes 12, As long as I’m awake, I check the refrigerator for food.
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white or brown the taste is bland, but the culture is strong. sticky or jasmine the taste is bland, but the purpose is flexible.
There is a beautiful woman down the street. She owns the cafe, known for her delightful treats. No one knew more- But she led a secret life through the entrance of the moor.
Music is emotion, it soothes my soul. It feeds my dreams to reach my goal. If you're hungry and have no food, it does more than just affect your mood. Nothing else matters.
It’s dinner time and I’m ready to eat, my momma said, “Boy, get on your feet!” “You gotta get up and serve yourself, cuz one of these days I won’t be here to help.”
standing around the stove mashing tomatoes in our hands, her palms giving the sauce it's extra touch, as we laugh
Apples, chicken, peanut butter too, all these foods are good for you turkey, water, anything green, nourish your body, its a mean machine running, walking, lifting weights, ooo
One plus one plus one plus one. It’s endless. Separate components come together. Pink yellow green orange. Around and around and around. Never stops. Like a ballerina. Infinite. Until the giant monster ends the color war.
Hickory dickory dock I smelt a burger from around the block I ran after the smell like I was at a track meet and just when I was about to eat My burger opened its mouth and said be careful what you eat or you’ll be dead in a week
Of shrimps and steaks and sizzling soups And turpentine rolls and cabbage groups Comes a man of greedy, vicious frosting The essence of virtue he is lacking. An effervescent mind when he wants it to be
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