There was no tomorrow

His head was full.

Books crowded out the political pain

He sought relief

But where? 

Buddha sutras kinda helped

But let's be real

He had chicken Tikka Massala and rice

At an empty Indian place on Irving.

There was only the one guy working

When he asked for a bag for leftovers

The guy asked if he wanted more for later

First he said no because no one ever does that

But then he said what the heck thanks

The guy was nice

He filled it up