them somalians

i made a bunch of food for myself the other day, and as i had finished a quarter of it, i thought to myself, "why did i make so much food?" then i started having cliche thoughts, like, "well...those kids in somalia..." but no sooner than that, had i thrown my food away. as my food sat in the trash, i thought, "oh, i could've somehow given this food to those somalians." but as soon as the anxiety developed, it faded into bliss. "well, wait! the garbage man is going to take this trash away. and when he does, it will be like the post office," i assure myself. "then, other international garbage men will whisk my trash to them somalians, like an angel." i now have no fear of wasting food, as it will be within a tidy bundle of cigarette butts, banana peels, and used condoms. i'll tell you, after all these years of giving, i've never onced recieved a "thank you" from those damn somalians.