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Post by goldencherriecoke on Sept 25, 2015 14:53:46 GMT -9
You sit at the restaurant with your young son.
He says hes hungry.
You agree to get him dinner.
You open up to the kids menu as your child is far too young for adult food.
Chicken nugger stares at you from the page.
You dont understand.
Your palms get sweaty and your son complains, he says hes hungry.
Your mind strays searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried.
You try to ward of the chicken nugger but you cannot.
Your words cannot escape your lips.
Your son is hungry, he complains.
He just stares at you, your head is spinning chicken nugger.
Your arms swinging french fried.
Your son cries the tears of chicken nuggerless child.
Your mind, you scream, it is raining sweer potato now.
You have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand.
Your son weeps in the corner.
He is starving.
Starving for the chicken nugger.
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