Sally's Brown Fried Rice
The small rice is the only rice
Sally had me know.
Convinced there were two sizes.
Higher price and low.
Relieved and then excited.
Realising I'd get more.
Forgetting my own diet.
To calling it a chore.
A lot of rice seemed fine to me.
The price would stay the same.
I'd eat a little more today
despite the weight I'd gain.
The bites all feeling tiny.
Each swallow weighing down.
A stomach that's expanding
where grunts are left to drown.
So Sally what's your secret?
Tell me what you've learned.
You say a drop of oil
and nothing has been burned.
Sally's Brown Fried Rice.
Something that she's earned.
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