I’ve been thinking about lunch since I rose out of bed
My stomach is angry, wanting to be fed
I rush to the pantry to look for some bread
But I’m all out of it and filled with dread
Anger takes over as my face glows red
But I must calm down cuz it hurts my head
I stay calm and collected and that being said
I’ll just call Uber Eats instead.

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