A Meal

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The central conceit of being consumed, the speaker as food and the addressed figure as diner, carries genuine emotional weight and is sustained well enough to hold the poem together. The strongest moment is the gorgeous pig image: it concentrates the poem's tension, the simultaneous flattery and dread, into something vivid and specific. The final plea also lands with quiet dignity, circling back to the opening question in a way that feels earned rather than mechanical.

The main area to develop is the poem's relationship with its own conceit. Several lines simply explain what the metaphor means rather than letting it do work, and this reduces the pressure. Lines like "a gluttonous culture that never told you to uphold your table manners" and "I have been told to give until every inch of my bones have been licked clean" tell the reader the social critique directly rather than embodying it in image. Trusting the reader to draw those conclusions from a well-placed detail, the way the pig image does implicitly, would make the argument feel discovered rather than stated. There is also a small copyediting note: "your's" in the first stanza should be "yours." Tightening that first stanza in general would help, as it is the longest and most tangled section and the place where a reader either commits to the poem or drifts.

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 way I can see this; 
this is a prayer to the god of consumerism! 
"Do you appreciate your loyal follower?"

"You lick my bones until they are clean!" [okay, I paraphrased there].

What matters, is the devotion to pleasing the 'master' 
the constant evaluation. "See me as a delicacy." Relish me, my flavors."  [again, a paraphrase,] Anyway, that's my take, ~ Geezer.