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Eating Spam
I once was very poor.
I shopped for food at the dollar store.
I bought Raman noodles.
I bought canned meats
Like sardines because they were cheap,
The problem is they smelled like dirty feet.
I always had that smell on my breath.
Old fish and noodles would be my death.
The only time i got a break, damn
Was when i could afford that staple canned spam.
I would mix it with beans and vermicelli and rice.
I would microwave it on two, cooked thrice.
I put on the pounds like you wouldn't believe
because of the salt, there was no reprieve
I remember the days of being poor
when there were leaks in the molding of the door.
However the spam is most poignant to me.
A some what pleasant memory
It made me appreciate what i have now
The lips and assholes of the pig and the cow.
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| I think your description fits more people than you know. My main staple was macaroni, cooked on the wood stove because I had no electricity. I lost 30 pounds in 3 months. Who would have thought you could lose weight on a high carb diet. LOL |
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| Michael, sounds like hot dogs in the end & I agree, beats spam! I have surely been on the "poor" diet more than once in my lifetime & you're helpin' to reduce that fact to a chuckle, thank you! |
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This had a cool rhythm to it but wasn't structured for the flow. You can ignore me, but I think this would work better like this:
I once was very poor.
Shopping for food at the dollar store.
I bought Raman noodles.
I bought canned meats
Like sardines because
they were so cheap.
The problem: they smelled
like dirty feet.
I always had that smell on my breath.
Old fish and noodles would be my death.
The only time
I got a break, damn!
Was when i could afford
that staple canned spam.
I would mix it with beans,
vermicelli and rice.
I would microwave it on two,
cook it thrice.
I put on the pounds
like you wouldn't believe
because of the salt,
there was no reprieve
I remember the days
of being poor
when there were leaks
in the molding of the door.
However the spam
is most poignant to me.
A somewhat pleasant
memory
It made me appreciate
what I have now
The lips and assholes
of the pig and the cow.
JMO
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| Damn Michel! You live my lifestyle! Except for the spam...can't deal with that! What a carbon copy of my life. That rice is certainly full of salt and I did really gain weight. The government doesn't regulate food for the poor, just figuring on them eating potatoes, rice and beans to survive and they get their protein and starches...carbs to make them work and pay taxes. Someone should do something about this! It is horrible to have to deal with. |
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