Bacon.
Eggs.
Cheese.
Bits
of
chicken parts.
Lion
teeth.
A feather
from a king's headdress,
given to you
because you told him
"Isn't this just a stupid ritual?
I was just wondering that."
I like the way your fingers tighten
around my fingers
when you talk
and I happen to be close by.
It's funny,
this poem was supposed to be about
breakfast,
going to the zoo,
and going to see the "Mayans"
and their stupid
fake kings.
We are becoming
a
very
stupid people.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 4:47 PM UTC
Bacon.
Eggs.
Cheese.
Bits
of
chicken parts.
Lion
teeth.
A feather
from a king's headdress,
given to you
because you told him
"Isn't this just a stupid ritual?
I was just wondering that."
I like the way your fingers tighten
around my fingers
when you talk
and I happen to be close by.
It's funny,
this poem was supposed to be about
breakfast,
going to the zoo,
and going to see the "Mayans"
and their stupid
fake kings.
We are becoming
a
very
stupid people.
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