Snake Eggs
She served me omelet
Rolled in plastic rice
The taste was not that of an egg
From the womb of chicken
The rice-taste was not of rice
From the womb of the earth
Burnt plastics it smelt
When I inquired,
she told me pointblank;
“You love omelet
but I took snake eggs
behind my house
and made you a nice meal
but added plastic rice
to give you a good appetite.
Enjoy yourself
with snakes eggs”
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