Organ(ick)

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I feel hornswoggled,
bamboozled,
conned,
and tricked.
I went to a dinner billed
as organic.
I was looking forward
to food extra clean,
something from
one of those magazines
full of people healthy
enough to fly,
women pure,
guys too strong to die.
After sitting down though,
I was filled with dread.
At the top of the menu
was something called
“sweetbreads.”
I got a funny feeling,
so I Googled the word.
Something in my stomach
began to churn.
I then bolted for the door
in a full fledged panic
Because I then fully knew
what my friend meant by
(organ)ic.

© Joel Tipple

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