Kool-Aid

By Azalea

The sickly sweet drink, offered and taken

The hand, molds all we consume.

The chains that hold and bind

Are golden if you’re blind

“Do not bite the hand!”

But what it offers is toxic

The Kool-Aid is hidden

Disguised, marketed as desirable

Beyond the Kool-Aid; everything we drink.

When once we were picky, now we are gluttonous 

So do it.

Bite the hand that feeds.

It’s not nourishing you