Member Poem

Vendors ply their trade,
in open air,
without an air or grace,
the velvet chocolate slabs,
so neatly laid,
suitable for vegans,
but a salve to,
pointless guilt,
the label said,
my texting finger,
drips honeyed scruple,
Like dates?
give us this day,
our daily bread,
how we earn our corn,
a corny line no less,
pumpkin seed in barrels,
dot each loaf,
as if it were,
an invitation card,
cordially scripted