Funky Sweat
Frying chicken. No wings going clickety-clack.
Pants need pulling up. Baking the cornbread.
Sick of looking at that jack. Waiting hours just for a three object meal.
Too late. I was so hungry I'm full just looking at my plate. No pet.
Taking forever frying chicken and dropping funky sweat.
Copyright © King-Galaxius Stravinsky | Year Posted 2011
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