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The mean old man, he’s serving food. I’m not a fan of how he’s rude. His angry voice and bitter way, give me no choice but stay away. I dare not feel his rotten soul. Such icy steel just takes its toll. If I avoid while he prepares, I’m less annoyed in vile he shares. And so I wait for him to go. And play with fate I do not know.
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Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC
The bitter chef
The mean old man, he’s serving food. I’m not a fan of how he’s rude. His angry voice and bitter way, give me no choice but stay away. I dare not feel his rotten soul. Such icy steel just takes its toll. If I avoid while he prepares, I’m less annoyed in vile he shares. And so I wait for him to go. And play with fate I do not know.
This poem was inspired by a poet on hello poetry. I live in a group home. A lot of the food is not that bad. It’s the attitude of many of the chefs that really ruin the eating experience. There is not much I can do about it. I just have to wait and hope things get better.
#eating#cooking#anger
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JasonAull
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC
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