Chinese meal

I'm in the restaurant and ask for the bill
for my fried rice and spare ribs
then pay with visa -- and add a tip
and make the most of their good will

I then go, slowly, back to the mill
already yearning for my meal of tomorrow
Eating chinese will be a rest from my sorrow:
my burden burns under the grill...

The little old office squabbles
The bitter fighting for resources
The projects bursting like soap bubbles

All is forgotten for one long hour
while I eat rice with various sauces
and spare ribs, all sweet and sour