Panda Express Poetry

This nice little piece of writing here

Can probably be compared to a meal

At Panda Express

Most eat there about once a year

It’s got everything, almost

Except for plot and actual Chinese food

Doesn’t matter, but seriously.

Who out there doesn’t crave Chinese

When offered a thick slice of fruitcake

Unfortunately, this is only qualified as poetry

Because I labeled it as such

(See? Right there at the top?)

Plus it’s got a nice ring to it.

But the real reason anyone gets Chinese

Is not for the culture or the food like they claim

Or even their supposed ‘cravings,’

The real reason is secret

But I’m gonna tell you. Ready?

It’s the fortune cookie.

The most American part of the meal, but

if you handed one to a Chinese person,

They’d probably try to figure out just

how you did Origami with a cookie

But look no further

You have found a cookie that offers wisdom!

And you don’t even have to open it.

(Because the cashier gave you a broken one.)

But never mind that. Picking it apart,

Confucius says:

“Many people seek you for sound advice”

Well. That’s dumb. That was the point of

Your opening your cookie.

But look- lucky you! The guy bussing

tables dropped an unopened cookie!

(Which broke on impact if you were wondering…)

Trying not to let the cookie shards explode

You open the tiny bag, all pieces roll out,

Kay. And the fortune says… (Drumroll please?)

“Today is a good day for being with a companion”

Seriously? Even food reminds you how

Your date stood you up.

Pulling a year old fortune from your wallet that reads:

“Luck will be yours when you least expect it”

You tear it in half. Thanks a lot Confucius.