Chicken fried rice is the date rate drug of the future, it’s cheap & everyone likes it.
If anything, the government could put mood altering drugs in it to control the general population.
They could run a mass free buffet campaign, and by the end of dinner, control the planet.
The basis for this poem is hard to explain, but the gist of it starts with my poem titled, "Crystal Mike." His statement was that chicken fried rice was "the ******* drug of the future.” The sad part is he believes it. He’s that paranoid.