Friday, December 30, 2016

9030. OUT WINDING THE BALL CATS

OUT WINDING 
THE BALL CATS
All these diners are closing,
and these aren't scrambled eggs. 
I don't eat ham, so it wouldn't 
matter, but Miss Maybelline 
over there, if I called her over, 
wouldn't know the difference 
anyway  -  between  meatloaf 
and carbolic acid. Plus, I could 
get better sauce in an old
hardware store : nails where 
the label should be, and a
paint-cane where to spit out 
the pits. For these seats, they 
should be paying me, and for
these eats I should be eating free.

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