Oh! Cruel third world dish from hell!
I rue the day that hunger led me in deliriousness to savor your ware!
Beansprouts and noodles tossed nonchalantly on heated stone.
Hardened dumplings thrown into the lot.
All tossed into a paper bowl.
Flung to me as alms unto a beggars' needy hands.
Heartless sustenance.
Do what you wish with the wretched dish!
Mix what you want!
Pour what you may!
Peanut oil! oyster sauce! chili flakes!
Still, hunger leads my mouth to water.
It opens, and saliva drips upon the horrid mess.
Eyes close.
The first bite is taken...
Oh cruel irony! Oh twisted fate!
That in this horrid dish, so divine a taste!
The snap of crispy sprouts!
Of uncooked mien!
The pinching taste of garlic!
The flaming chili's steam!
A meld of heaven's will in a demon's bowl!
all for 26 pesos.
Now at every glance I make at the accursed stall
my mind begins to wonder, my jaws begin to fall.
The clanking of loose change begins to clamber in my ear.
Kaninong noodles to? Akin! Sa akin! Here!
It seems in end that my eternal wish
is to lose the will to savor this, the devil's dish!
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