You must be a garnish
A radish recently in distress
Now a putrescent radish on hot sidewalk
Close to a fine restaurant
Your elaborately cut design muddled and brown
Folds of flesh intermingled unwillfully
We all know what sticking a fork in you
Or interviewing you between our teeth feels like
We've all been that hungry at some point
What would a perfect moment be
Without you there to remind us
That we know what it feels like
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