When was young
A long time ago,
There was not much
That you could buy,
So obesity was seldom seen
But now it’s rife so it seems,
Too much on offer
We consume too much,
Nothing is out of reach or touch
So mindlessly people consume,
The worst of all the processed food
Which is it is hard to lie,
That’s way too much on offer all the time,
Is not so good for you and me
Within this plentiful society,
We struggle to remain in control
Not all food is good for the soul.
fauxcroft 
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