THE NEXUS OF
PLATICOMB, pt. 3
PLATICOMB, pt. 3
There's a Shaker in your Foghat playing
music on the sly. Another day in Middle
America. As it rolls us by there's all we
can do to keep from crying. Get a waffle
at the Burger King, and a burger at the
Waffle House? Hell, I don't know, is
that even right?
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Some flaggelant guy stopped over to
ask, 'Do you want fries with that?' What
a jerk; I slapped him down, and he later
died. He's buried just under the rug, if
the dogs don't dig him up first. He
smells like meat.
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