The cruelest thing a man can experience
is waking up to the smell of potato pancakes
only to find the empty pans and realize
they were for your son’s kindergarten class holiday feast.
They are gone. No latkes for you.
Like the Irish Potato Famine happened again
localized in your kitchen.
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