Sonnet II
or: Ode to Chinese Food

Late at night I awake with a hunger.
I lay on the couch, the T.V. still on.
I hear a distant shout like soft thunder.
My roommate is up. His nerves are all gone.
I rise in a haze on a quest for some food.
The kitchen floor meets my toes with ice cold.
"What's to eat in this house? I'm starving dude."
Alas, all we have are bagels with mold.
Too sleepy to cook, or go to the store.
It comes to me now. I pick up the phone.
Dial by memory, speed dial 4.
Decide to eat out without leaving home.
"I need some food and I need it here now."
"I'll leave a tip and enjoy my Kung-Pow."

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