- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Chicken Thigh
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Two miles I walked
For a chicken thigh
Well two
Fried Kentucky style
In a gas station
That sells convenience food
A snack for some
For Me a luxury
Hot
Pre-prepared
A restaurant meal
For paupers
The walk back seemed long
Grasping My precious sack
Limping still from injury
But expectant
Knowing the taste to come
Fat dripping off My chin
Succulent dark meat
Belly full
Momentarily at least
Contentment
As near as possible
For paupers
I sat preparing
The meal was small but owed
Three days of thinking
And now it lay before Me
Aroma filling My nose
Mouth salivating
Lips drawn back in a smile
Of anticipation
And I succumbed
Gorged
Consumed the feast
For paupers
For dessert chocolate
Unnecessary but heaven
Eaten when already full
Such decadence
A waste of valuable assets
But wonderful
Like after dinner mints
With fresh brewed coffee
A hundred year brandy
Havana rolled cigar
Available daily
In palaces and dachas
From continent to continent
Without discrimination
But never
For paupers
- COMMENTS
Oldbear63about 10 years agoAnd enjoyed the pictures you painted. Would like to add that those thighs and legs from KFC taste just as good as they did when KFC was just barely affordable. Well done.
KillerWithWordsabout 10 years agoA good use of what people don't normally pay attention to. You did well with that imagery. Nicely done.
Cleardaynowabout 10 years agoVery nicely painted picture. One suspects not autobiographical (Eton & Oxford - oh well - if you cannot get into Cambridge).
On this one, I tolerated the short lines (my personal preference only).
