The Flaming Wok Poem by Dallin Bruun
The Flaming Wok
so I'm standing in line at The Flaming Wok
you know
one of those cheap Panda Express places in the mall
with someone offering samples on toothpicks?
the guy in front of me is repulsive
his body's all bulging and
he orders the biggest thing on the menu
with a large coke and
stuffs his tray with every packet sauce they offer
and I just ordered the exact same thing
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