Freedom Fries

From my bottom lip, red blood gush
Don't know why it hurts so much
Still, the pen in my hand won't hush
Television advertisements to flush

The evolution of our mores to squash
Our old diet needs CPR with a brush
Now, fast food runs in our IV like slush
For Breakfast, snack, dinner and lunch
We design clothes with a diabetes touch

Carring fat cells without a single blush
Such is life, we are last to know much
Now, read my bruised lip like Sr. Bush
Before you line up for fries in a rush

Join the food education, don't push
Shout it: "We won't drink diet Crush!"
Which CEO eats garbage on a couch
So much, a heart attack made him say: "Ouch"?

PS: "Robert, your soup is ready"

-- Louis Mercier