June 13, 2007
caged take out
Obviously we're no better off
the foul cultures sad sight
like the cage prison like counters
of the spicy wing joint at night
The starved armed robbers sway
The moon spits hot sauce red
as we exist scared and chicken
alive without our heads
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used to wait my turn before the miracle fryer (some said they never changed the oil), head bowed to preserve invisibility because of patron-cook fury that was a feature for some reason, and no cage, but it was that good, and really maybe sweeter for the gauntlet.
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