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Poetry

And Madame Would Like?

The entire world is a restaurant to you.

You look, see what appeals to you

And order it.

It is brought to you on a plate,

Served up with no effort for your enjoyment.

You consume it,

Stand up

And walk away

Leaving the scraps

While someone else pays,

And you never have to clean up the mess.

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