fresh and hot
a little aged here and crunchy there
funky red lace on a pale green underlay
a bite
lips a'smackin
teeth chatter to the tang no better
than the smell of a leaf with a fragrant fester
how wrong it feels to indulge in this
with nimble hands we taste this bliss
"Pab! Hana! De!"
one more time just one more time
how do we take without wanting more
for the wrongness of it all in every nibble
tastes only right--quit this petty rabble
i say hand me another serving
forget the tummyache for tomorrow
as the days ahead sure quickly follow
i live for now and now im itchy
woe to him who withholds my Kimchi.
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