The New-Food

Laser-deep in the bowels of fruit,
I’m goading growth cells into over-reaction,
spiking DNA to work ten times as hard.

The populace has grown and needs feeding.
21^st century agriculture is archaic.
Modified organisms are the way to go.

Why be in hock to the weather, the seasons,
the weary bones of some deep-in-debt farmer,
when I can juice mother nature with a radiation diet.

The wretched poor of distant lands
will succor on my giant oranges and apples,
eat their way out of famine and chaos.

Genetically modified will be a term of endearment.
Mutations will outshine the originals.
Tomorrow’s banana can stand taller than today’s tree.

Of course, there’ll be rumors of the consumer
falling prey to what’s consumed.
Some will pretend their eyes light up.

Others will invoke imagined cancer.
Listen not to all these naysayers.
Progress is the parkway to the promised land.

So start your engines, thump that accelerator,
let ionized atoms propel you at high speed.
P.S. Watch out for Luddites crawling in the slow lane.