Trumpelstiltskin, who must we now fear?

Imitation meals are lined up   here
Chicken pie, half roast potatoes, peas.
Beside the bottles of dark, Irish beer.

In the long lit cabinets, it’s clear;
The top layers know that eating’s  a disease.
Divination,seers, are laid back here

Once men hunted flowers and chased false tears
While women washed,  reaped  wool and smiled to tease,
Frowning people maimed black bitter here.

Grinning apes hang from   our  unshed tears
As asthmatics  lust  to have their wheeze
Imitation  meals are lined up, are they fare?

 
Spiders, tadpoles, newts  are christened here
They will ignore the nobles  who  must seize
And drown inside the bottles of black beer.

Women  labor and  downplay their creed;
Even as their uteruses bleed
Irritating meals are labeled  weird

Trumpelstiltskin, who shall us now lead?
Who will halt the damage and secede?
Imitation, real, is lined up near.
We hear the chortles of dark, Irish beer.