Saturday, February 15, 2003

Saturday Poem: Cheese Fries

The anorexic waif ranted
"Where's my cottage cheese?"
As I stuffed a fistful of cheese fries
In my mouth, sideways,
As she clenched both fists
And pounded on the counter,
Attracting pissed off glares and
I laughed with my mouth full,
Only to spit the glob of
Half-chewed food at the shivering
Fool with the aqua-green shawl.


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