-Soup- Iris Yao

Semi clear with bits floating around

Made on corny water that is almost turned brown

When taking a sip you want to lie down

The energy offered is close to none


Received once or twice every week

You wish for more, do not dare to critique

Just last night witnessed a man be scold

For stealing some bread someone told


Don't want to die here in the deep

Shallow cell so far from home

But as hunger slowly on you creeps

You lie down in your catacomb

Iris Yao

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