May 14, 2016

Takoyaki laments

You are born of flour and octopus bits. Born as a shapeless dollop, the woman keeps prodding you, turning you and shaping you. You are so happy to have such a lovely mom. But just when your heart swells and you turn brown, mom packs you in a box and off you go.

Your sacrifice is never in vain. There is always a happy person.

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