The Mind Is a Terrible Thing To Taste
Have you heard about the new restaurant
called Karma?
There’s no menu; you get what you deserve.
It’s in the East Village,
where no one’s on their best behavior.
The host is always late.
The place is dimly lit.
We’ll start with an amuse-
bouche of regret and remorse,
followed by a seven-course tasting menu
of paranoia, depression, and dread.
Then we’ll move on to dessert —
the mind-blowing taste of guilt.
There’s also a bar menu:
loneliness, self-loathing, and despair;
and it goes great with a side of
paranoia with your fries and soda.
Our chef says that
life is like an onion —
you cry for years until your eyes
are bloodshot; then you die alone.
AKSHR
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