My grumbling mind calls out to me

Reminding me that I haven’t eaten since 3

But the goodness basket is empty.

 

So I go out foraging for thoughtful food

Something to make my mind feel good

But there are few temples in my neighbourhood

 

At a temple at last, I suddenly realise

I’m out of value, and my heart cries

Will the Good Man sympathise?

 

Fork and Knife

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