Bird BluesFlutter flutterLittle bird atop a treeTry to spread your wingsEscape and be freeBut comes a grinning catVery fat happy catLaughing as it climes up the treeFlap flapLittle bird atop a treeYou can't flyYou can't be freeA big slap from the catYou fall and flapBut instead you slapGrinding against the groundPain is all the Little bird foundBut the fat happy catAnd a chomp chompPut an end to that
Food Inc.The disease of over production, cheep pricing, over weight sugar, and many other things, all contained in a few companies with “business” like transactions.The most common illnesses, that obesity gives, from these cheaper, high-tech way of living: cardiovascular, endocrine, gastrointestinal, liver disease and many more. “In 2004, the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) ranked obesity as the number one health risk facing America.Obesity currently results in an estimated 400,000 deaths a year in the United States and costs the national economy nearly $122.9 billion annually.Childhood obesity affects more than 15 percent of the population under 18 years old that is classified as overweight.” - (Obesity in America)and yet that hasn't been changed, though updated, even in 2012.Most of these come from FATS, SALTS AND SUGERS, that we, America, consume on a daily bases.“ A
BreathOf all the days I’ve livedOf heart beatsThe rising of the sunAnd the fall of a loved oneOf faint breath Lucid tunes And shattered ear drumsOf where honesty Isn’t the best one policy Where the winds whisperOf vanishing stories I may never know Where textbooks grant imagination Of others who deem to learn itTo the days I dream it endingOnly to wake another morningTo have lived and still wonderTo youTo breatheTo hearTo find my choiceOf my path of life
City LifeI walk the patched streetsOf the littered cityAlive with materialistic intentWhere they polish fancy gunsAnd get high on wishesEvery day they walk the streets Always looking over they’re shouldersWorried they’ll be eatenBut the sirens take care of themThe men with hands of goldAnd lying grinsWhere the blood of the cityIs poured into wineThat every electron Pumps a commercial It’s just a city life
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