Poetry

* Chicken Rice

Exquisite excuses to express excite.
Silly to just jump into easy lines
Like that, but what can we expect?
When people stack up, vertically
To follow the leading lemming
For chicken rice because a fat tire man
Said it was better than the rest, what,
I mean, for real, what could make any
Chicken rice so exquisite to be among
Stars and lemmings and stacked up
Vertical people growing hungrier
And hungrier
And hungrier
When just-as-good to good-enough hawked next
Stall over by the smiling man, who knows
What we don’t know about flavor and words
That might be meaningless between red covers?
She, standing next to him, smirks agreement.
She knows meaninglessness under covers
Excised her expression execrates exquisitely.

Exquisite

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