Monday, January 16, 2012
Oh ramen, how I hate you.
But oh ramen, how you love me.
I run to you only in the midnight hours when the sound of a rumbling tummy summons.
Your orange wrapper taunts me with that starchy secret you hold inside.
With a hint of chicken flavor, and a dash of procrastination,
I drink your salty nectar with the utmost disgust-
And yet, my heart is full of delight.
Our relationship is so wrong,
But SO right.
You are loneliness. You are comfort. You are college.
Did I really just write a five minute poem about ramen instead of studying?
Yes, yes I did.
Talk about a low-point in my collegiate career.....