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The Joy of Ramen

Writer: The CurrentThe Current

Updated: May 19, 2022

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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