Modern poetry of eating ducks

I haven't eaten duck for a long time.

I ate a lot in one breath.

Seeing so many broken bones,

It's a pity to throw them away.

I gulped

while sighing

I remembered how poor my hometown was.

There were parents in their sixties.

There were nieces who were starving. The dog

remembers that every time he ate meat at home, he was always eagerly

waiting to chew the bone

but now I'm alone

eating and drinking

thinking of the poor eyes of the dog

trying to bring the bone back to him

but having no time

trying to bring my parents to the city

but unable to feed

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My heart is so sour and painful

Tears are flowing silently

and merged into a sea of Wang Yang

which has drowned my lonely youth

I want to lean on my thick arms

sleep like a baby

I'm really tired

Why don't I have a bottle of wine to drink it

and have a good time. So tired

ungrateful people can go any way they want

puppy, puppy

You are born at the wrong time like me

You are as affectionate as me

Stay at home faithfully all day and all night

Patiently wait for the owner's return

Even if you would rather be alone

All your life.