Poems of the Week

The Raw Facts

by Marshall Cobb

“If 1967 was the Summer of Love, well, 2018 is starting to feel like the Summer of Food Poisoning. Oh how times change.”—The Boston Globe

“Eat salad,” they said. “It’s terrific for you.”
So I thought, “Why not give it a try?”
But later I turned a sick, yellowish hue,
So I’m sticking with stuff that they fry.