A Bad Fight

A terrible argument,

An awful fight,

We just didn’t agree,

Me and the Indian curry,

Keeping me awake,

I’m up all night,

My stomach makes sounds,

As masala goes five rounds,

I lock myself away,

Don’t feel good,

The stinging in my gut,

From that dopiaza uppercut,

I feel it now,

I know the hate,

It won’t treat me nice,

That tandoori and rice,

I try to hide,

But can’t get away,

You know I adore ya,

The vicious pakora,

I know I’ve lost,

Beaten down,

But you stop my dread,

A soft calming Naan bread.

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