Ok, this is a poem I wrote right after I got out of lecture today. My professor was talking about poetry and the American family. It seems that food is always a LARGE part of family so that was a theme aswell. I wrote this in about 5 minutes...if that, and it is all originally what I wrote down. I sent it to my professor and now she wants me to read it infront of the class and there are 150+ students in there. Anyway, I'd really like to know what you think! or if there are any critcisims. =) Building Blocks The American Family Thrust around the table The only common, not so foreign ground Where you always have conversation The food is always good (at least you say it is) Starches Proteins Fats All congeal together Blending Mixing Forming new concoctionsHow many ways can you prepare potatoes and still call them potatoes? How many days can you eat pizza in a row? Is McDonald’s really food? …or some fake glimpse at fake food and fake happiness? I’m Lovin’ It, I tell you! Food is life, life is food Our history is Built off it Our future Destroyed by it Fighting amongst ourselves with the thing that bring us Together Two can play at this game….