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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, January 23, 2015

Don't

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Boy, give me a burger
I don't want that ribeye steak
I need a little sugar, but
don't bake me a whole cake
I'll stain my lips with grape juice
Don't go pouring a French wine
I won't eat no lobster, but
your sausage mighty fine!
I don't need no gourmet dinner
I'm not really in the mood
Boy, you know just what I crave
I'm hungry for fast food!

69 words for Mama Zen's Words Count at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

8 comments:

Mama Zen said...

Oh, girl! You is bad!

Other Mary said...

Lol, love it.

Björn Rudberg said...

He he.. Yes that sounds like a craving,

Fireblossom said...

Sausage, huh? Geeeez. LOL.

Marian said...

OMG gimme some sausage! hahaahah!

C.C. said...

Well, maybe not too fast ;-)

Susie Clevenger said...

My My...naughty. Love it!

Margaret said...

…everything is better with French wine.. otherwise this is spot on :)