Modern poetry of chopsticks

1:

You won’t touch it

I won’t touch it

Sooner or later, you will be on your back

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You think I’m tall

I ridiculed you for having a short beard

You take a look

It’s not like Beethoven

Let me look at you twice

Not Marx

Hold it

Die once

3:

Two

Oil and vinegar

Crackling

Firewood, rice, oil and salt

One more

The cup and plate are empty

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Vinegar but no oil

The yard is buzzing

Chickens and dogs are in trouble

4:

Three years old

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The strength of sucking the nipple will hold you up

Playing around

I am in my twenties

My fist is bigger than my head

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I can’t lift you anymore

You play with me here and there