Thursday, February 14, 2008

Gold Dish

Gold Dish
by Top Top


Bread is a luxury
Pine is a luxury
Skid to the top
Flip
Now glide to the food

Sensations and telepathy
Motor skills and a fresh attitude
Steaks and toffee
Milk and coffee

Some get none
Some get all
Pilots get eggs
Blue collars get soup

Stoves get hot, time to stir
Oven's a blaze, time to simmer
Pot luck justice, no friends
Only dinner

Time can only tell
Who will eat
And who will prepare
Luxury meals, top hat made from a pear

Bread is a luxury
Pine is a luxury
The strong eat
The weak no longer speak

Golden dish
Make a wish
For the rich
New recipes used
The poor's arms get bruised

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