Cuddle Bottle Dew Dang Dew
her increasing wants ergeses me
to satisfy
the need for meat
I never ask why
the gravy sauces the plate
and covers the imperfections
of potatoes mashed to accompany the meat
this meat so tender
so damn tender
the edges crisp with sweet caramelized sweetness
salted perfectly
pink the center of the funk
the plate holds all this junk
tender enough to eat with a spoon
cooked well enough to tell somebody
to come over here
and eat like I ate,
come on ya'll dig the ripe, ripe roast
chef want sum pleasing for his teasing
tip the waitress, no?
your glad bag, and sum pictures
remove the meat from yo' denture
the wine was cheat but sweet
I really enjoyed yo' sweet, sweet meat!
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2018
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