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Poor Man's Breakfast Litany
larrylark

Bring me bacon,
 1
cut straight from a sow’s side
 2
that’s been sizzled in the sun.
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One egg....No!... two
 4
yokes that stare like yellow eyes
 5
of monsters shocked,
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surprised i brought them down,
 7
to fry them blind.
 8
A sausage! Condom filled feast, topped and tailed
 9
then pulped between my teeth.
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All of a sudden a great big black puddin’
 11
i'd bury in one gulp.
 12
 
 
Failing that, one lump of hard lard
 13
and a scattering of stale crumbs
 14
that tumble from a rich man’s table.
 15

12 May 17


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