Rocco always knew he was a little different.
While other dinosaurs ran wild through the forest, Rocco spent his time in the kitchen wearing an apron and doing baking experiments.
Rocco was
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spawned from seed.
Safe in germination
an embryonic refuge.
Phototropism in its essence
arching toward the light.
Both fated to work
their existence, commodified.
One to feed, off sunbeams and sugar.
One to work, on bellies of offal rice, mouths of cotton tufts.
Both grown
For Profit.
Both destined to suspend
from woody limbs.
A timely harvest,
pageantry of
prized produce.
Humans are always in season.