Tasteless meals #poem

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The dreadful food of the ship I always hate –
colorless, odorless and tasteless everyday –
but I have my flavor organ on my nose already –
it will diffuse the smells of good meals so tasty –
so real meals I have the impression of tasting –
or without it I would become rapidly desperate –
so I would stop being able to eat enough anyway –
to have the energy to stay here and be working –