A Glass of Vinegar and a Slice of Cake
The
appetite
is
wet,
The
aroma
is
great,
Roses
emitting
a
pleasing
scent,
Tongue
yearning
for
a
taste,
The
mind
becomes
restless
and
quickly
shifts
to
a
bad
state,
Because
the
belly's
vacuum
has
to
be
occupied
in
haste.
A
battle
erupts
within
the
intestines,
Wailings
and
groanings,
Trumpets
and
horns
are
sounding,
Civilians
are
demanding,
Threatening
to
go
on
strike
and
send
the
system
crashing,
But
despite
all
these
efforts,
The
aid
isn't
coming,
Eyes
roll
in
different
directions,
Nothing.
A
meeting
is
called
to
seek
for
a
solution,
The
unions
reach
common
ground
and
resort
to
mass
action,
Shop
begin
closing
in
minor
provinces,
The
capital
has
to
make
a
decision,
Because
the
masses
are
moving
in
slow
motion,
Pending!
Suddenly
good
news
start
pouring
in,
At
last
the
tables
are
set,
There
on
every
tablecloth,
Is
a
glass
of
vinegar
and
a
slice
of
cake.
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