Not told once but twice or more
White rice isn’t good for me
Brown rice goes through my system more evenly
More cleanly
Not even noticing much the different taste
A steaming brown bowl
Sitting in front of my face
But I like taste
Not wanting to waste that bowl of steaming brown rice
You told me was good for me
More than once or twice
I might add a little brown gravy to the top of the steaming mound
The waiter frowned
When I asked it to be added to my bill
Along with my well done steak
No pink
But extra dark brown
And a little dab of
A-1 sauce
And I went to town
When done with my meal
Sitting back in my chair with a touch of
“itis”
I looked down at the damage I had done
To philosophically contemplate
All my once brown food
Reduced to crumbs and scraps
On my brown dinner plate
Yeah
The browning of my dinner was delicious
And so good and so healthy
The oncoming train to the station
The browning of this country
Will be delicious to the tummy
A little brown gravy added to the halls of justice
Will be wonderful and so yummy
The white starchy food
Served for so long to so many
Spiking blood levels
Spilling of blood
Even the bleached white sugar for my morning coffee
I am often told
Is not good for me
But brown sugar to taste
Will add to my longevity
America is gaining what it so long has missed
So long resisted
A good browning of all things and everything
Ask your neighbor for a cup of brown to borrow
Anything
To ensure the health and well being
Of everyone
tomorrow