first you spoon-feed me lies
that taste sweet, settling remarkably well
in my uneasy stomach.
What's the next course?
Some savory sautéed subterfuge
preparing me for a future of green beans?
Windmills covering fields,
water powering wheels, I expect.
That's more like it,
we're moving forward.
Now for some good old boiled blasphemy.
How did you know it was my favorite?
I'm really liking your cooking now,
although I wouldn't mind a hefty portion
of reality on the side.
You're all out?
That's too bad,
I suppose I'll have to make do.
‘Twas a delightful meal,
I'll pay you in full.