food is not as good
as previous days
maybe cook resign
to find another job
yet we insist on buying
what junk they cook
pity taste like salt
minced with black pepper
am still hoping for change
if not am moving to somewhere
closer to my home or cheaper
where could that be, west
a sandwich shop, coffee shop
maybe I start looking today
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