A Gorgeous Drive-Thru
(Revised)
the thickened thighs,
that curdle like
cheese
and jiggle as if a
mold
of jello never lost
its
shape, but grew with
each
step, each turn
adipose arms,
that continue to wave
even after the hand
has
stopped; they are
exuberant,
joyful to meet a new
face
a new body to perhaps
hold
swollen stomach,
for centuries has
brought
happiness to
children, once
clothed in red felt;
even
now the gentle sway
and plunge of fingers
can tickle
bursting buttons
on jagged jeans,
‘tis a shame to ruin
a new pair; ‘tis
embarrassing
that
it even happened, like
ripping
the seam while
sitting,
one shall never speak
of
it again
the constant cry
from tainted teeth,
oh how the dentist
loves
to fill the black
spots in
the enamel; sure it
costs, of
course it hurts but
it’s worth
the greenbacks to
have another
bite, to taste that
which claims
“have it your way.”
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