Roman

Toward a more gentle spoonfeeding

Giveth to taketh 
All that you had 
For ease is a malady 
You've got it bad 

Here comes your food 
Simple and pale 
Eat what you can 
Digestion won't fail 

Don't ask the hand 
That feeds your face 
Nod with the band 
Sit out this race 

Passively reared 
Toothlessly geared 
Absolved of your fear 
Forgotten, steered