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Anonjohn20

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Tempokai said:
I'm winning currently by drinking overpriced energy drink
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Tempokai said:
My country isn't desert and humid, more like arid and too hot/cold at any given moment besides spring and autumn. Tea is the drink of the masses, not coffee.
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Living in an Islamic country and not enjoying S-tier tea is kind of sinful.
 
Tempokai

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I'm winning currently to this song:
Hear the rib of ancient marinator
See his glare as he salts one of three
Hypnotizes one wandering banquet guest
Stand here and savor the nightmares of debris!


And the DJ plays on as the bride drifts by
Caught by his smell, and the marinator sings why


Driven south to the land of the spice and rice
To a pit where no grill has been
Through the smoke cloud glides in the sacred sauce
Praised in Chef’s name, hoping good taste it brings


And the pit roars on, back to the north
Through the gray and grease and the sauce-ghost follows forth


The griller spills the bowl of good omen
His crew mates howl at the slip he’s done
But when the flame flares, they glorify him
And dab themselves into the crime


Smoking on and on and north across the coals
Smoking on and on and north ’til meat is cold


The sauce begins with its vengeance
A terrible char, a thirst has begun
His crew mates blame burnt luck on the griller
About his neck, the scorched bib is hung


And the curse drips on and on and on in heat
And the thirst drips on and on for them and meat


Day after day, day after day
We stuck, no smoke, no motion
As limp as a raw rack tossed upon raw ocean
Water, water, everywhere, but beer cans start to shrink
Water, water, everywhere, not a single drop to drink!


“There!” cries the griller
“There crawls a truck down the line
But how can it roll with no
Gas in its tank and no sign?
See, onward it groans
Onward it nears, out of the sun
See, it hauls no crew
It hauls no life—wait, but there’s two!”


Grease, and she—life in grease
They toss their tongs for the crew
She wins the griller
And he belongs to her stew
Then crew one by one
They drop down fed, two hundred men
She, she, life in grease
She lets him live, her chosen one


One after one, by the star-dogged spoon
Too clogged for groan or sigh
Each turned his face, with a ghastly pang
And cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men
And I heard nor belch nor moan
With heavy thud, a lifeless spud
They dropped down, one by one


The curse, it clings on in their eyes
The marinator, he wished he’d fry
Along with the slop creatures
But they lived on, so did he


And by the light of the moon
He prays for their flavor, not doom
With heart he blesses them
Chef’s creatures, all of them too


Then the spell starts to break
The burnt bib slides from his neck
Drops down like lead, into the pit
Then down it falls—comes the baste!


Hear the groans of the long-fed feasters
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by strange hungers
None of them speak, but sauce glazes their eyes


And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on


Now the curse is finally lifted
And the griller sights his home
Aroma seeps from the long-dead bodies
Forms its own haze and the griller’s left alone


And then a cart comes rolling toward him
It is a joy he cannot believe
The health inspector, his aide and the dietician
Penance of life will fall onto him


And the pit, it sinks, like lead, into the yard
And the dietician absolves the griller of his carbs


The griller’s bound to tell of his story
To sizzle his tale wherever he goes
To preach food safety by bad example
That we must love all things that Chef marinates


And the banquet guest’s a sadder, wiser man
And the tale grills on and on and on…
 
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