11. try me, honey

try me, honey
you wanna take a bite out of me
bare some teeth
no one here to chew for you
can't just roll down your window 
and honk for momma bird to feed
me—no me— 
me me me me
if you want fast food, find a drive-thru
hope you like your meals burnt
and your heart diseased
you'll pay for gourmet if you want quality
so,
start making bank
and, no, your father's exec job don't count
build an apple orchard and 
feed the hungry people
climb the ladder all the way to the top rung 
to toss fruit down to kids standing under
eyes wide as frisbees
so until then, 
check your appetite, know that
i will kat call you right back
i will woman spread you back into your seat
so fresh that even my corpse will still breathe
so try me, honey
can't promise you won't break your teeth