Oh No No-No

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We used to call them alligator pears
before we learned how much we like their taste.
Now breakfast lunch and dinner rarely dares
omitting avocado. Mashed to paste
it’s guacamole or a sandwich spread.
Cubed it’s to a salad like a gem.
We choose to eat its healthy fat instead
of oil pressed from soy, or margarine.

I’m into buying several every week,
but I just woke to facts that make me sore.
The avocados I and others seek
encourage theft of water from the poor.
Supply/demand I understand, but sense
abhors this unintended consequence…

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