It's there
We looked at each other
We both know what's gonna happen


THE LAST PIECE OF CHICKEN IN THE BUCKET

Our hands swiftly moved
Each reaching out like it's gonna disappear
Both of us dying to get it first
We even fought for it
Slapping the other hand

Alas
You got it
Mocking me even
I simply sighed and laughed
Telling you
"You clean up this mess."
You making that face
And me sticking out my tongue