Her eating habits, luckily, were found to be most corrigible, for her personality was found to still be porridgeable.
Oatmeal formed her breakfast and salads formed her lunch as she foresook the bad foods on which she used to munch.
Buttery popcorn banished as an unhealthy mistake, she snacked instead on kale chips for her figure’s sake. Rare steak was soon banished, for she relished it no more once she foresook flesh meats, shuddering at their gore.
Her electric grinder ground chickpeas up instead and this was the protein upon which she fed. Healthy ever after once her war with food was won,
meals sugarless and greaseless, alas, were not much fun.
We cannot speak of family matters,
dare not speak of sex.
If we name things that we desire,
it’s sure to bring a hex.
Politics? Religion? They really are taboo.
In short, there’s hardly anything I can discuss with you.
Perhaps if we learned languages
that we could speak with hands—
expressions spoken by the deaf
or certain foreign lands,
we’d dare to speak of matters not uttered by the tongue,
and all these censored topics would no longer go unsung.
If we could say everything
that chanced across our mind––
subjects that are touchy,
all those niggling topics formerly kept quiet?
I’ve no doubt the outcome would be chaos, warfare, riot!