Rice, you simple grain,
you gift from God,
you source of life
you fresh white
universal compliment.
Sumptuously dressed whether fried,
steamed, stirred, mixed, sauced,
salty, or sweet. The life of the
party of every plate –– family friend.
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Rice, you basic seed,
you uninventive pill,
you bland brown
mushy mass.
Commonly dressed, plain,
homely, warm, moist.
The dripping faucet of every
feed –– house chores.
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Rice, you dirty specks,
you pale poison,
you teaming heap
of maggot larvae.
Tastelessly dressed in every
seasoning.
The compost pile on every
dish –– fingernail clippings.
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Rice, you familiar stock,
you natural fuel,
you shrewd package of
working food.
Undressed in the raw, naked,
bare minimum. The compulsory
piece of every meal –– the Dao.
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