I grasp my steaming ramen, ‘bout to dine
The sav’ry smells do cast their spell on me
As I inhale the liquid gold sunshine
It comforts me like friendly company
The golden noodles swim in bowls of broth
The peas and meat afloat like tiny rafts
Providing haven in life’s frenzied froth
The true depiction of a master’s craft
But toxins hide in every bowl that’s cooked
They taint and seep into your every bite
Whichever type of noodle you have picked
It slowly grips you with its tight’ning vice.
So I decree; No more ramen for me
I’ll see how long until my will will flee
– Anthony Cui
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