Operation theater:
Why you operate
With kitchen-knife, on
My pumpkin beat
And grind spices
With whirling blender, and
Dough the powder
Baking fire-wheat
And peel the layers
To teary onions
You slice, chop the vestiges
Cudgeling vegetable death
To satiate human feed
With selfish quench
It hunch my age
With your stain cut
Measuring kitchen table
Stacked bottles of refined oils
The count of red chilies
And many more
Why you, then
Operate on me
To salvage human needs
Do humans divulge!
Any of my needs
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