Cheating

It's all great
Until gimme shelter starts playing
Takes me back to my room
With big windows and blue walls
As Jimi Hendrix knowingly smiles
It's probably a Sunday
Mother is probably making sambar
So I make sambar
As if it were inexpensive tickets
Worth five batches, too
My whole neighbourhood could eat two meals
But then, Spotify plays an add for karage
That's fried chicken in Japan
So I go get it
I eat it right there
That's how I cheated on my heritage
And I can't bring myself to go back
To face all that sambar