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Grease and Pickles

A thousand vents for blowing grease the burger bleeds and trickles. The stove tops way of frying meat to sell their grease and pickles. A greasy slab to clot your blood. The hamburger's inflection. A special sauce to fatten up the liver from protection. A heart attack to fear aloud you come to feel the hurt. Your senses blind to feeling pain your swearing has to blurt. A paramedic standing by with paddles out to shock. The ventilator turned on low in case you start to gawk. A hospital for calculating service for your wealth. but don't forget the morgue is there and that could mean your health.

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