strike
seems to be the most
peculiar strike
of all.
making demands
or else
we're not going to eat
anymore
despite our
parents paying for a meal
plan.
we're going to skip
breakfast
lunch and dinner
and never put another
quarter into
the vending machines
for peanut butter
crackers and ho-hos
unless you
stop the war immediately
and meet
our extensive
list of requests
and demands.
not another morsel
of food will go into
our mouths
until
you grant us all our
wishes.
and if that doesn't work
or get your
attention,
we will hold our breath
until we turn
blue, or the cows
come home.
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