Ode to Rice

O, rice! Steaming in your hearty broth.
Searing heat that drives moisture from past our lips.
Sculpted from the hands of the gods themselves,
you are a divine gift from above.

A conqueror that rivals Genghis Khan,
you seem to be everywhere at once.
Chinese and Japanese alike have fallen
before your onslaught
and now your influence spreads ever westward.

Fools and their unfounded noodles!
One-night stands gone wrong,
the stringy dopplegangers are.
Never have people felt the pangs of flavor from Uncle BenÂ’'s,
nor have they fallen prey to as curvaceous a form as yours.

A drug is addicting,
bread is open to limitless possibilities,
you are all that
and more.