Amidst the glow of neon lights,
A paper box, the dream ignites;
With greasy hands and hungry sighs,
We chase the scent, where virtue lies.

In hollow streets, the ghosts parade,
A symphony of choice displayed;
Yet hunger gnaws at empty bowls,
As plastic wraps conceal our goals.

A flickering screen shows promise bright,
With every tap, a feast in sight—
Yet in this haste, the soul’s dismissed,
As flavors fade in thief’s abyss.

Oh, modern ease, where comfort breeds,
Yet leaves us wanting, lost in needs.
One bite reveals our fractured fate,
In every meal, we contemplate.