I opened up the fridge,
Sifted through the fresh food and leftovers,
Took my time as I did,
Turned on the stove and warmed up what I chose,
Listening to the news,
Energy crises in much of the world,
Blamed on greedy oligarchs by some views,
When I'm done I run the tap, 'til it's hot,
So much goes down the drain,
While people scramble over muddy pits,
Facing months of no rain,
And I am poor,
At least by some measures,
To keep me in my place and wish for more,
So I don't think of universal cures.
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