i sit on stool watching food line
all their eyes sparkling to site
of abundance; hands reaching
every pieces of chicken cuttings
file their plates to almost collapse
i'm amaze; wondering to a gasp
thought of free dismiss all mask
drive to get it just is in full brisk
when they're done; they take home
what am i missing here; my take
oh! it's frenzy like tilapia on feeding
i let them; am just so excited watching
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