Human-Flavored Ramen

This world is mad,
bubbling with insanity
just below the surface.
And with orb-like drops of oil,
swimming with the tasty snakes.
How that very oil lubricates
and saturates the mess we are in.
Bombs fall like curry powder,
staining the sand a muted rust.
Temperatures climbing, boiling waters,
aggressions stirring, rolling heads.
The heat softens the noodles,
but hardens the core of a man.
Circling the center of brutality,
like humanity crawling down the drain.
So flow, flow, flow your thoughts,
gently as you stream,
baring it, baring it, baring it, baring it,
'til you vapor like a steam.