PASTA AGAIN
As always, it’s pasta night when the kid goes to play his sports
Pasta fuels the body intensely riveted to the gut
Energy brings the result that is what we want
To feel for him, for us, forever
Which is not to last, just like
The pasta goes after a couple of hours
Digested in a blink of a life
Down to the bridge of the last resort
And into the sea of remorse from which
I cannot see a return
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