I made myself hungry by writing about a pulled pork sandwich with this poem today. This poem was inspired by the 9 random submissions (in bold) provided by the following Twitter players:
@eileencan (crow), @technicallyeasy (station), @ceefive (scantily), @ellanbethia (pork), @newyorkbigapple (gentrification), @susiekline (lust), @trinamb (equilibrium), @cyberganesh (Everest), @ptaylor98 (ceremony)
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Pulled Pork
Wafting aroma enticing
a recent gentrification
ceremony of a grand opening
beckoning you from your station
Equilibrium soon assaulted
tender scantily seasoned pork
invoking consumption and lust
while hovering closer like a crow
An order placed on impulse
sandwich unlike any other
toppings piled like Everest
a famished soul satiated
-Poem by Justin Germino
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