Ode to my lunch
Your volume was not a match, o chicken fried steak. Next time
bring a better game.
I am a professional at this–no scrawny vegan Oregonian.
You are gone now, leaving me
with the mashed potatoes and broccoli
that were meant to accompany you through your life.
They did their job; you were not up to your only task.
Goodbye.
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