Gimme Gimme Gimme Fried Chicken

it started twenty-six years ago in a twisted, cramped recast bathroom the sun's rays would perforate from the right hand side window at first there were no implements, neither a zither it was just shake a leg shimmering by the bed stuff and not knowing if it would be punctuated by taxpayers things began to change minacious, more from the heart a clamorous insistence discovered an obligatory blowhole and playing air guitar in my room with an air mic floating pretending to be someone else