Good news friends: you can just take food.
Perfectly good food that is maybe a little stale or
maybe edging towards its twilight years but edible and
nutritious enough to be worth consuming.
Or you can mark it down on the waste sheet your work
makes you fill out because while aptly named their
definition of waste lives in entirely different context.
For them it's the money lost because their products went
unpurchased not the fact that there's a better mouth the
food could be going down than the mouth of a trash bin.
Luckily we've already spread the good word: you can take it.
Fill your underpaid pockets with delicious contraband and
take to the streets or the illusion of seclusion in your shared
kitchen and dispense your edible bounty.
Play Robin Hood on Sherwood Forest Lane where Mr. King,
the landlord for four consecutive blocks, is just as bad as the
brother he left in charge to coax the president towards war.
Or decide it's not worth the risk to maybe share food at the
expense of your own livelihood no matter how little life a
$7 an hour ""part time"" job allows you to live.
Consider the following: no one checks the security cameras.