Steamy and heavy, that's how they come.
Pork buns filled to the brim with sweet,
dirt red meat.
The white roll oozes butter and sugar.
These balls of fat mark the beginning
of a massacre.
Sticky rice bundled in a leaf bigger than your face
slices through all ten diets I've been on in the past year.
Hand me a radish cake, with its unidentified contents,
and the steamed dumplings.
Too sweet, too sweet.
If you complain about lemonade Stonewall,
your tastebuds best prepare for a fight to the death.
Oh never mind, hand me some fisheggs.
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