Akahige - Red Wasp Onigiri

Hunger is my downfall, it took the form of rice, a round delicious package.
Blindsided with gluten lust, a sushi shokunin prayed upon my weak will.
I came in stoned at closing time, demanding satisfaction, imposing an offensive demand.
Unaware of cunning hands and gruesome motives, victimized for my obscene western ideals.
He promised ume, promised kombu, I shat out blood as a result.
A perfect bed of rice, upon a square of nori, and filled with what was promised- "a taste that i'll never forget".
My senses went in free-fall, gustatory ecstacy. But then my pleasure shifted, my guts were set ablaze.
"Doku o taberu, gaijin!" is what I heard, then bolted out into the crowded street, the gutter is where I swerved.
A turbid sanguine tidal wave dripped to my knees.
I couldn't quell it, diaphoretic, crashing to the street.
Pitiful and septic, I'm a shell of a man.
Red Wasp Onigiri, colitis from japan.

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