I'm sick, and I want a bowl of soup.
I went to emptystomachache, because I'm sick
Six AM no sleep cycle, wake, sick
Now I want soup.
Don't want to buy can
Don't want to buy can
can't can cook
sick
tired
sick
Why is there no soup
in the morning
in this place
in this town.
Food is not meant
for time
food is not meant
meals are not meant
all social
dictate
all breakfast=egg
all red mary=brunch
all soup=lunch
is opiate
which satiates
the cold, burn
gravel throat, dress rattle
better than
anything
condoned by the state
but it is a working
day today
and it would be greater
and it would be better
and I'll thank myself later
if now I had some soup.
Dé Céadaoin, Deireadh Fómhair 31, 2007
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