Times like these..

Its like times like this,
When you are working all night,
And you suddenly realise,
You have forgotten dinner tonight.

The shops had closed at 6,
The takeaway closed at 11,
The pizza delivery menu is lost,
And I am left with nothing but Pringles.

My eyes are hurting,
My fingers shivering,
The stomach is growling,
Food i am desperately searching.

Why cant I be home,
Where shell select is 24 hours,
Where Kopitiams sells noodles all night,
And I dont have to moan in this poem.