How mean can man be?
I tell you, it beats me.
Seeing a drunk beat his wife
Seeing a streetbrawl full of strife
I blamed that Satan called wine,
Not knowing man's true decline!
A luscious grape from heaven
Robbed of its juice when just ripe
Trampled, squeezed
And tortured no end
To its seed will its last hope send
That more grapes will thrive
More vines will arrive!
When
Alas man stoops so low
Grinds the seed and boils it slow
To make grapeseed oil, they say.
It simply takes my breath away.
Note: there is rapeseed oil too, called canola oil.
