Leftover Palace

Today I ate a "sausage biscuit" from Donut Palace.

Mistake.

Today I battled with my lunch lady via emal.

Via emails that were shared with the principal and executive director.

Via emails that claimed I was anorexic.

Via emails that called me sweet and claimed to love me.

Those emails were win.

That experience goes in a box under my hat--

when I tip my hat to you, like a gentleman, some will slip out,

and sprinkle onto your day. And, it will make you smile.

The thing is:

you can think it's okay to make S H I T T Y F O O D,

that no one will say anything

that we'll all just eat it.

But. I won't.

I'll complain.

I'll send you emails.

I'll get involved to the max.

And you can turn it around on me.

But in the end,

either I win

or nobody does.

But today, I think I won.

I'll only eat on G U M B O Day--

in which I will eat two bowls of gumbo.

I'm happy with my B U R R I T O S in my room--

that I got for 39 cents at Wal Mart.

Sure beats whatever Shepheard's Pie is.

Looks like scraps to me.

I think I won today.

But, best of all: I'm full.