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The Race to No where

October 3, 2022
By Anonymous

As the juices rush down the sides,

I choose the first piece of temptation


I decide the fate of one victor

It know it’s won but not why he's winning 


The others on plates look in shock,  

They still are sitting, there temperature has dropped


The rib-eye was first he knows he has won,

Stabbed in his body he's confused yet know its done


The winner has won, by ending in “great taste!” 

No going back, he doesn’t want to be a waste. 


The author's comments:

This is about food at a dinner out at a restaurant. 


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