Diurnal Musings(NaPoWriMo 2016 Anthology)

#6: Baking Ingratitude

Let's ride on the backs of the honey-bees buzzing
Through the town and take in the burning air
Made with two cups sweat that left its caramel
Perch that had toiled so hard to give it a home with
Shade and in it was added a chef's dollop of
Lovely home-grown smoke produced naturally from
Cooled cars and big-bellied bikes constructed like
Jigsaws by the muscle and dripping blood of
People without homes, building homes that
Move for your convenience; mixed gently,
Suitably but beaten it like it's egg yolk, for
those  arms can't resist that sadistic temptation.
Made sure there's no moisture in the mixture, sieved
It all out and used it to water the pretty tulips that bespangle
a lovely garden like dancers with makeup on a stage.
baked  at 21000 degrees celsius, because that's the
number of people who die of hunger every single day
You continue to live.
Iced with dreams pulled out of penurious minds for
Having the audacity to conceive them and served on
A shiny silver tray that costs 7 times the cake itself.
Yum.