So, I said that I'd do a poem about lunch.
Sometimes I have a roast potato or sweet potato from one of the street vendors.
Sometimes I just have fruit or a sandwich.
Sometimes I cook. Sort of.
I often make soup
but don't ask me what is in it.
Other people buy ingredients -
an absurd way to begin it.
I just open up the fridge
and take everything not spoiled
and chop it up together
and eat it when it's boiled.
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