Sat for dinner, let’s have a meal
I’m gazing left and right,
The goal's to avoid eye contact.
Swallowing,
The taste is alright but I can’t hold a fight.
That masterly delivery -
A simmered misery,
Served daily.
Cooking the exact words to belittle
My stomach grows humble.
///
Parents,
I’d like to be brave but I bury
In spite of my age I hurry.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
Sat for dinner, let’s have a meal
I’m gazing left and right,
The goal's to avoid eye contact.
Swallowing,
The taste is alright but I can’t hold a fight.
That masterly delivery -
A simmered misery,
Served daily.
Cooking the exact words to belittle
My stomach grows humble.
///
Parents,
I’d like to be brave but I bury
In spite of my age I hurry.
