A lick of the cream-
The not so tasty cream-
She has had.
Lick, perhaps, a misnomer;
Look, would be ideal.
The cream, not a dessert,
Is the meal-
A meal made of sweat and slog,
Seasoned with feuds cold,
Bound with practised tact.
Hunger and thirst she saw
In the diners' faces.
The cream they ate
Sated their hungry wallets.
Skinny men sported obese pockets.
The bland cream will be eaten,
In place of the spicy meal
Of zealous work using talent,
As long as there exists the
Malicious craving for mere paper.
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