“Poem: Ode to Olestra”
Also titled “I Can’t Believe this Stuff is Still Legal”

I had a shocking experience this weekend after I ate exactly seven “Pringles Light Sour Cream and Onion” chips. After waking up in the middle of the night with severe cramps, diarrhea and extreme nauseous, I decided to research why I felt so horrible. I discovered that the chips I had eaten contained Olestra.

I never expected that a substance that used to have a warning label: “…Olestra may cause abdominal cramping and loose stools. Olestra inhibits the absorption of some vitamins and other nutrients…” A substance that the FDA “…received more than 20,000 such reports—more than for any other food additive in history”*  would still be legal.

The poem begins below the pictures.

 

I dipped my chip,
In a touch of dip,
And chowed on it so quaintly.

Because it is,
A low fat chip,
I feel I could eat it nightly.

But through the night,
My stomach screamed,
What did you put in me?

I did not know,
But had to go,
Because my stomach’s achy.

When poisons flow,
The bathroom I go,
Trip after trip after trip.

Which led me down,
To question roun’,
Was it the chip or the dip?

My answer came,
From the raging fame,
Of a poison substance.

The non-fat chip,
And not the dip,
Was why my body’s resistance.

Olean,**
P&G’s Olestra Brand,
Can cause even anal leakage.

It is legal because,
The corporate claws,
Can seize their financial reapage.

So before you eat,
Any American treat,
Look at what is in it.

You may not be well,
You’ll feel like hell,
Cause FDA wants more corporate profit.

 

   

As I write this, I still have yet to fully recover. This poem is me fighting back, I would like the FDA to have regulations to protect our health. I also know that as long as products such as Olestra and NutraSweet remain legal, corporate profit is more important.

*http://www.cspinet.org/new/200410251.html
**Olean is Proctor and Gamble’s brand name for their Olestra.

1 thought on ““Poem: Ode to Olestra”
Also titled “I Can’t Believe this Stuff is Still Legal”

  1. Its true. I poisoned her myself. “And all the birds of the deep sea rise up over the luxury liners and scream, “You killed him! You killed him. In your goddamned Brooks Brothers suit, you son of a bitch.”

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