The job of the heart
A constant throb
Mere kernels until all is cob
The swab of eyes
Please do advise
Popeyes
That savory smell
In a crunchy shell
A munchy crisp
Misspelt in emotion
Chunky potatoes drizzled in gravy
Honey drenched on top of biscuits
Mac & cheese
Taking apart the sorrow of that cob like heart
Even if for a while
Least the stomach feels better
Kewayne Wadley
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Funeral At Popeyes
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after vision says: don't really enjoy Popeyes my poet but enjoyed this write |
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WarriorCarryingWater says: LOL - now I gotta get a 2 peice and a biscuit - Ha - dope, or should I say, "gravy" |
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