Saturday, April 7, 2007

Chicken Hot Dogs

I was poor but now I'm not
Back when name brand food was not
A Commodity bought Love will keep
You rich no matter what’s your lot
But love will never feel up a pot
So what’s on the plate that has to
Be stuffed in your face CHICKEN HOT DOGS
Wow that’s great they don’t taste so
Great but when there’s nothing else
To eat wait even then they don’t taste
So great some cant imagine they say
CHICKEN HOT DOGS how'd that happen
I'd say it life , strife pain and
Survival when money rarely if ever
Makes an arrival as an adult
Now I don’t indulge in such things
But every now and again my
Memory and Mind rings as my
Taste buds sing CHICKEN HOT DOGS
what a putrid thing

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