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Fat Status

Bring your fat status,
And sit it right here.
Let me say something to you,
And make it quite clear.
Your greasy rump bumping days are gone.
Along with your meat squeezed into latex.
The attractiveness of it has been overrated,
And too prolonged with a diet that is all wrong.

You are not alone...
With your munching on chops and chips!
You will lose a lot of it.
Especially with those jelly rolls,
Around your thighs and hips!
You are going to learn to exercise.
Every inch of your body.
Excluding your tongue and lips!

You see that refrigerator?
Padlocked and sealed.
I've cleared the cupboards clean of snacks.
No more sneaking at midnight...
To hear the creaking of cracks,
Of your poundage on the wooden floors.
You will...
From this day foreward,
Do something besides sleep, complain and eat.
We've got to budget.
And your gluttony will be addressed.
To cut our expenses,
Before we are thrown out into the streets.

No more buttered muffins,
With fried chicken wings.
To bring to bed as treats.
Or boxes of chocolates to nibble...
As you and I watch TV!
Then one day...
Maybe we can remove it from the ceiling.
And you will be able to view it...
Without all that excess,
Between your head and feet!

'Why are you so vicious? '

Vicious?
I'm trying to save myself,
From being crushed to death!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All You See

Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Aaah Haa
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Hey Hey
Verse 1 Terry
You best believe everyday I get the same ole thang
All kind of bruthas coming up to me
With silly lies that could make you sick oh they need to quit
And get away from me, don't get me wrong I like attention too
But do they really have to act a foolCuz they see a lady lookin' good?
Please admit
Chorus
Is it my hips? my lips?
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest? My hair?
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Is it my hips? My lips?
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest? My hair?
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Verse 2 Terry
In a limousine, fancy car, bling-bling-bling
Even if you're standing 6 foot 3 or 3 feet tall with no teeth
Have respect for me, try conversation please
Before you try and put your hands on me
When will they ever learn there's more to me,
Than T&A on this PYT
Daddy please
Chorus
Is it my hips? my lips? (Daddy)
My eyes? My thighs?
My chest?(My chest) My hair? (My hair)
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Is it my hips? (My hips) my lips? (My lips)
My eyes? (My eyes) My thighs? (My thighs)
My chest? (My chest) My hair? (My hair)
My big ole hey-e-e-ea
Is that all you see?
Bridge Michael Marshall:
How come you actin' like you don't know
Why some bruthas always lose control
When you're wearing them hip high jeans
With your thong out baby please let a playa speak
And don't you start to tweak,
You got the body that can make men weep
So when you walk around in those do me clothes like those videhos
Girl you need to know that all I'm lookin' at is
Chorus
Hips and lipsAnd eyes, your thighs
Your chest, your hair
Girl that big ole (hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
Your hips, your lips
Your eyes, your thighs
Your chest baby, your hair
You're sexy underwear (hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?
Uh-huh Uh-huh sexy underwear I see
Ooh and I know, I know
Your hips somethin' 'bout your thighs
Is driving me crazy, Ooh hey uh-huh uh-huh
(Ooh)Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Aaah Haa
Ooh Ooh
Aaah Aaah
Hey Hey
(hey-e-e-ea)
Is that all you see?

song performed by by En Vogue
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dipped and Greasy

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Many praying that the buffet will stay.
Many praying that they'll find another way,
To supply more condiments...
And remove the after dinner mints.

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy fingers licked...
Are slowly from us fading.
And those lips smacked,
Are begging for the buffet.
But a gluttony once loved...
Is slowly from us fading away.

Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

They once were licked with ease,
But those fingers have no buffet.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vicious

Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
Ohh, baby youre so vicious
Vicious
You want me to hit you with a stick
But all Ive gots a guitar pick
Huh... baby youre so vicious
When I watch you come
I just want to run far away
Youre not the kind of person
Around whom I want to stay
When I see you comin down the street
I step on your hands and I mangle your feet
Youre not the kind of person that I wanna meet
Oh, baby, youre so vicious
Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
Ohh, baby youre so vicious
Vicious
Hey, why dont you swallow razor blades
You must think Im some kinda gay blade
But baby, youre so vicious
When I watch you comin
I just have to run
Youre not good and you certainly arent very much fun
When I see you walkin down the street
I step on your hand and I mangle your feet
Youre not the kind of person that I even wanna meet
cause youre so vicious
Vicious
Vicious...

song performed by by Lou Reed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Vicious Rumours

You feel the knife stuck in your back
You feel it twist and you hear it crack
Can't make a sound for the sudden pain
You wish your blood were Novocaine
You see the smoke and you feel the flak
You're burning up and you're turning black
They say you fell and you hit your head
Your other bun is Whitenbread
Vicious rumours, paranoic fears
Sonic boomers ringing in your ears
All of this is getting normal now
You'll never go back to your farming plough
Vicious rumours
You're right at home back at William's flat
You heard a sound you turned and shot your cat
Your hands are shaking, everybody sees
And there's a rhythm drumming in your knees
You return into a foreign night
Inside you know something is just not right
Sometimes you duck when you see your pet
Canary turned into a Sabre jet
Shocked consumer - you're just an average guy
Swelling tumor pushing on your eye
And now you know why all the headaches come
And why you're getting progressively numb
Vicious rumours
I've been denied, debriefed, detuned
Sometimes I howl right at the moon
My family treats me gradually
They know my volatility
Vicious rumours, paranoic fears
Sonic boomers ringing in your ears
And now I know why all the headaches come
And why you're getting progressively numb
Vicious rumours
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
(Vicious rumours)
Who do you think we are
Who do you think we are
Who do you think we are
Who do you think we are
Who do you think we are
We don't care
We don't care

song performed by by Alice Cooper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Vicious Games

I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I cared
So I played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I was afraid
To go under
Afraid to see
When I closed my eyes
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I care
I just played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Now that youre gone
And you have left me
I had to learn
I had to learn how much it hurts
To play those vicious games
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names

song performed by by Yello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Vicious Games

I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I cared
So I played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I was afraid
To go under
Afraid to see
When I closed my eyes
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I care
I just played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Now that youre gone
And you have left me
I had to learn
I had to learn how much it hurts
To play those vicious games
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names

song performed by by Yello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Don’t Wanna Live Forever

I don’t wanna live forever
Even if I could
I eat chocolate every day
As any chocolate lover would

I love my chips and salsa
Of course tomatoes are healthy
Along with all the other veggies
Salsa’s not just for the wealthy

Fried foods – oh, bring ‘em on
Greasy chicken with a crunch
My salad dressing soaks up salads
But there are veggies by the bunch

Okay, so maybe my diet is not
The best of life’s endeavors
But you know what, my friend?
I don’t wanna live forever!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Plain

spread. white.
thin. two x two.
rectangular,
you stretch your imagination.

open a scar again.
remove the cut.
undress.

open your lips.
pout.

kiss my feet.
rise.

kiss my head.
i will kneel

don't. please remain
standing.

my tongue can do it.
only for you.

i cannot say a word.
tongue
tied.

i am licking a stamp.
preparing this
mail to a faraway
lover.

i remember what licking
is beside
a stamp.

my feet are too small
for this task. i may ask the help
of four hands.

i have only one
held by this hand.

too much silence here.
i have this thick blanket
and the wind is
too cold.

there is a point
that i toss with my nails

it rolls like a line
and

i am connecting to you
thighs. thighs.

strong legs, and a very warm
pair of lips.

how can i be numb?
you are far.
that is not fair.

i make love to you.
my mind is a traveller into that thousand nights.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A-Rat-A-Tat-Tat.

'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat...
Tat-tat-tat.'

No more do I eat fried fat back.
Or smothered pork chops,
To put pounds on my thighs...
Butt or back!
Biscuits are my weakness,
So I ain't touching that.

Neck bones I leave alone.
And other greasy meats,
I don't eat.
I prefer to ignore that,
And them I don't condone!
Too sleazy for me.

'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat...
Tat-tat-tat.'

I do my best to eat fresh vegetables.
With a prepared fresh salad...
Adding fruits and nutts,
To keep my energy up!

Lots of exercise I do!
And conscious to take naps.
With meditation and deep breathing...
To keep my body sleek.
Everyday of the week!

With a diet less treated by soft drinks,
And preprocessed sweets.
I do what I can to be energized...
And my eyes kept open wide,
No aches and pains I'm going to sigh.

'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat...
Tat-tat-tat.

Hey?
Wait a minute!
But...
Do you or do you not,
STILL smoke cigarettes? '

Whose confession is this?

'Yours.'

Exactly.
You keep tapping out that rhythm.
And I'll deal with my conscious...
Guilts and other facts!

'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat...
Tat-tat-tat.'
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat...
Tat-tat-tat.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wont Be Renewing My Love At All

I wont be renewing my love at all.
To me it's over-rated.
I hate to even make it.

I wont be renewing my love at all.
Oh-oh...
No no!

I'll be happy with a cat and glad of that!
It wont have painted nails,
Or sit around getting fat.

I wish I could trade you for a new Cadillac.
Oh-oh,
I'd be ready to go!
And I wont be renewing my love at all.
Oh-oh...
No no!

I wont sit around to watch your thick hips jiggle.
Or try to wiggle into jeans you know are too little.
I can't look at you because you look like a fool.
You'd be a big hit on YouTube!

You've made spandex your best catch yet.
There are no holes located...
When it's stretched around your weight.

I remember when we dated,
I had chased you for 'some'.
But those days from us have passed.
And I don't want 'none'.

I wont be renewing my love at all.
Oh-oh...
No no!

I wont sit around to watch your thick hips jiggle.
Or try to wiggle into jeans you know are too little.
I can't look at you because you look like a fool.
You'd be a big hit on YouTube!

I wont be renewing my love at all.
To me it's over-rated.
I hate to even make it.

I wont be renewing my love at all.
I'll be happy with a cat,
And glad of that!
Oh-oh...
I gotta go!

'If you're going near the store,
Bring me back a bag of chips! '

I remember when we dated,
I had chased you for 'some'.
But those days from us have passed.
And I don't want 'none'.

'If you're going near the store,
Bring me back a bag of chips!
Everytime you talk about us dating,
I get the munchies.
Don't you? '

I wont sit around to watch your thick hips jiggle.
Or try to wiggle into jeans you know are too little.
I can't look at you because you look like a fool.
You'd be a big hit on YouTube!

'Will you stop teasing and go get me those chips! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can't Buy Another Lie

I can't buy another lie to tie up my life.
No.
My diet wont treat it.
I can't buy another lie,
To nibble and try.

No I can't buy another lie to tie up my life.
No.
My diet wont treat it.
I can't buy another lie,
To nibble and try.

With a slice of apple pie and cider on the side,
And a piece of tainted meat...
Isn't good for one to eat.
It sticks and stays in between clean teeth.

With a slice of apple pie and cider on the side,
And a piece of tainted meat...
Isn't good for one to eat.
It sticks and stays in between clean teeth.

No I can't buy another lie to tie up my life.
No.
My diet wont treat it.
I can't buy another lie,
To nibble and try.

Whomever's in the kitchen mixing more tricks to fix,
I can't buy another lie to nibble and try.
Whomever's in the kitchen fixing more tricks to mix,
I can't buy another lie to nibble and try.
Whomever's in the kitchen mixing more tricks to fix,
I can't buy another lie to nibble and try.
Whomever's in the kitchen fixing more tricks to mix,
I can't buy another lie to nibble and try.

I can't buy another lie to tie up my life.
No.
My diet wont treat it.
I can't buy another lie,
To nibble and try.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smells Murder

a savage desire to severe off
one’s neck, the song will get a name
in troubled mind,
to remove the stain on tongue of black spider,
you will think again to commit your sleep
for that beautiful death:

guess what happens when you come out of the body
like a blue beam and strike a black hole amidst
the shining legies, the lines on your hand
till a different merger when the listening
was unheard and the body does not talk,

wolves were coming; no one minds the bullets,
but sneaking in dark, like paroxysm of sunrealistic
chorus of mutiny or angles fallen from the sky
the acid was thrown on the face, of rosy lips
because they were finding new words.

poem by Satish Verma
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Bring It On

If I was unordinately different to what you say
Id lie, oh Id lie
If you could release me now
You know that I wont hesitate
To lie, I would lie
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it on into the light
Pick me up satellite
If its wrong, make it right
Indecipherable gibberish - kind of guitar
If I lied and told you they were difficult or hard to take
Id lie, Id still lie
If you try to please me now
You know that I wont remonstrate
But lie I would lie
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it on, into the light
Pick me up, satellite
If its wrong, make it right
We like quiet nights on the island
? ? read by patterned stars round our head
We can reach new heights in this island
Were dragged slowly to our ? feet?
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it out, into the light
Pick me up, satellite
If its wrong, make it right
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it out, into the light
Pick me up, satellite
If its wrong, make it right
If I was inordinately different

song performed by by Gomez
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Hippo and The Mosquito

The huge happy hippo asked his mosquito friend,
“Why must you sting when it does nothing but offend?
Your bites really hurt and then they itch for days.
Think of something new and try to change your ways.
The sweet honey bee has a stinger much like you,
But instead of causing pain, helps flowers paint a view.
Can’t you turn that stinger into a thing for good?
Please stop all the suffering and do as you should!

The munching mosquito landed on the hippo and said,
If I don’t sting every day, no doubt I’ll soon be dead.
Blood is my diet so I must sting each and every day.
I know you eat just plants, but I can’t be that way.
Hurting others is the only way that I can live.
I depend on others and the suffering that I give.

Huge hippo understood what the munching mosquito said.
Then thought to himself, “Maybe he’d be better dead! ”
Just then hip hippo had an idea for this bug.
He said, “Maybe all your poison could be made into a drug.
Snakes have used their venom to make medicines for good.
You can help all those suffering as you know you should.
If you can be like the snakes, you’ll bring happiness and bliss.
Then each hurtful, itchy bite will be like a friendly kiss.
As for your diet, if you smile and bring cheer,
Maybe, instead of blood, you’ll start to like root beer! ”

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Move Your Body

Album: Eternal (2001)
I like you, Ronnie
Come here, shorty
Back it up right over here, baby
(Back it up right over here)
Right there (Yeah, slow)
Don't move (You got a body on you, baby)
Work your body (Work your body)
You got a body baby, see some things
(Can you do your thing, baby)
Lord, have mercy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I like that
Right like that, right like that
Like that, like that
Work it, work it, work it, work it
[Chorus]
I like the way you move your body
So soft and so gentle
You're moving your body
I like the way you move your body
Move your body (Move your body)
Move your body (Move you're body)
You've got that thing that drives me crazy
Girl, can we go half on a baby
I'll be your freak, you be my lady
Cuz it's your hips, your thighs, your lips, your eyes
Girl, would you be my private dancer
You're all I need, you got the answer
Girl, you're my heat, you're my fire
Cuz it's your hips, your thighs, your lips, you're eyes
[Chorus]
Inside my mind, you got me trippin'
Inside my head, I see you strippin'
Tap it just right and I'll be tippin'
Your hips, your thighs, your lips, your eyes
You got that thing that drives me crazy
Girl, can we go half on a baby
You got me wondering who's that lady
Your hips, your thighs, your lips, your eyes
You know
[Chorus]
Play it, Earnie
Oh, yeah babe, baby
I like the way, sho' 'nuff I like it
I like the way, you know I like it there
I like the way, sho' 'nuff I like it
I like the way, you know I like it
[Johnson Sisters]
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, make romance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, make romance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, make romance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, make romance with me baby
Oh baby, shake your body, baby (Whoa)
Come on, shake your body, baby (Whoa)
Come on, whew, shake your body, baby (Whoa)
Come on, oh shake it, baby (Whoa)
Come on move, move
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, make romance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, make romance with me baby

song performed by by Isley Brothers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bring Yourself

You are a murder suspect
I am the dead body
You ripped out my heart
For everyone to see
Chalk outline shows where you planned
Planned for me to fall
The only question remains
”Why did you take it all? ! ”

Hello dear doctor
Hello evil inside
You are my sinister monster
You are my Mr. Hyde
I’m getting in to far now
I’m sinking in to deep
How do you bring yourself
Bring yourself to sleep.

As the moonlight shines in
I drink down this potion
I think I’m falling in love
But then I start to stand up
I see my reflection
I see everything has changed
But I still don’t stop
I can feel u in my veins!

Hello dear doctor
Hello evil inside
I’m a nefarious monster
Im the evil Hyde
I’m getting in to far now
I’m sinking in to deep
How can I bring myself
Bring myself to sleep.

Hello dear doctor
Hello evil inside
We are vicious monsters
We are the evil that resides
We’re getting in to far now
We’re sinking into deep
How can we bring ourselves
Bring ourselves to sleep.

poem by Rob Daddy Stanley
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Mmm...I Like Those Low Things!

I like those low things!
Those distractions that attract.
The ones glimpsed when passed...
That capture and grasp,
When looking back.
With a smacking of the lips,
And receiving a tease for 'that'.

I like those low things...
That satisfy as a snack.
Those things one gives up,
To stay on a diet.
The ones that puts pounds,
On one's back.

Those things when eaten...
Convinces until I'm trapped!
Telling my mind...
Just a taste will not make me,
Or anyone
Notice an inch of sweated fat.

Sneaking pieces to munch,
I do alone at home!
While telling others they should avoid,
Going near that crap.
As a satisfaction inside me moans.
Although with a bit of guilt...
I secretly condone!

I like those low things...
To nibble before I nap!
And at the early crack of dawn,
I make sure I'm not seen,
Exercising off my temptations.
Struggling with attempts, I do
To keep myself lean!
Feeling a self condemnation.
Oh...
How I like those low things!

What is she doing?

'Good Morning, Ms Barclay.
No thank you.
No breakfast for me.
I am on a very strict regimen.
Have a good day! '

My goodness!
Why is she cooking those...
Virginia sausages!
OUTSIDE?
And at this hour?

Mmm...
I like those low things!
And the fulfillment,
Those low things bring.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Buttered Peas With Crushed Red Pepper

Don't take the peas up off my plate.
That irritates.
Don't even think about sneaking them.
They are there for me to eat.
And I want every pea,
Left for me to satiate.

I buttered them to taste.
With baby onions they taste great.
Fix your eyes in another place.
Back your nose up off my plate.

Buttered peas with crushed red pepper.
Fix your eyes in another place.
No other buttered bean or pea taste better.
Take your eyes up off my plate.

I buttered them to taste.
With baby onions they taste great.
Buttered peas with crushed red pepper.
Take your eyes up off my plate.

And don't your think about sneaking a pea!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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C5H8O4NaN

If you have not acquired a taste for Chinese food?
That's perfectly okay!
I haven't strayed too far away from a piece
of fried chicken with a side order of collard greens...
Every now and then!
It was almost a 'sin' not to when I was a kid growing up!
It was an 'accepted' tradition!
When my grandmother would 'make' us eat
Her delicious treats!
'I never understood that at all!
Weren't we suppose to hate,
What she would make
Us eat? ? '
Back then?

I will say this...
You may ying and yang all you wish,
To mock those Chinese dishes.
But a recommended taste for Chinese dialogue,
May boost your future's outlook...
As well as your diet!
With or without C5H8O4NaN...
Monosodium glutamate.
As well as an enhanced appreciation for the culture!
It always helps to be somewhat prepared!
And substitutions for salt...
To add flavor,
Is available!
No greasy fatback is used in their recipes!
Most of them are steamed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chicken & chips

Chicken & chips
Often brought by fast food addicts
Who love the finger licking taste
Fried fatty food
Unhealthy but cheap
Eaten for hunger's sake

Shop owners
Laughing all the way to the bank
At the expense
Of junk food loving customers
Who just want to fill their belly
With a cheap box of fried chicken & chips.

poem by Sinclair Azubuike
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