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               I don’t mean to exaggerate
               but I just ate a million tons of chili
               that tasted so good
               I wanted six tons more
               and the ice in my water glass
               is partying on my tongue
               soothing the burn
               quenching my thirst
               consolidating the fun
               so I just forgot
               about curfews
               provocations
               international aggressions
               localized gun violence
               climate disasters
               and citizen oppression
               by sitting in my food coma
               and letting the singers sing
               their battles
               against one another
               between commercials that mean
               nothing to me
               no longer hungering
               for any single additional thing

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