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A Diner Full of Colonists
Contributed by
skyhawk432
on
Sunday, 7th September 2008 @ 04:49:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I've sat in this seat at Mackies before they
tore it down and removed the awnings;
or when they stripped off that pink paint for
the newest hue of booger green. "They"
are the owners: those greedy men from
Spooner who have tastes similar to licking
sandpaper or the feel of rough drywall.
Their food is just as dry like the last
drought that decided to come on by.
Imagine some Sooner schooners—
unlike those childish scooters—
traveling on the dead plains into the
distance of a concrete sky, living on
paper in a frame, in a portrait of hot
America; hung by a nail staked to
mucus walls. Those land runners wouldn't
suffer from an overcooked burger or
scalding coffee or
children leaving their snot
unattended on the walls. They wouldn’t
suffer from the silence of air conditioners,
the weight of lipid-dipped fries, and
tone deaf parents singing “happy birthday.”
But, I do with four others, and we
treat our beef patties like
they are jerky. We salt them;
eat them like we’re starving pilgrims and
when the day’s done, we head home
in our own version of a Plymouth, with Rock.
Copyright ©
skyhawk432
... [
2008-09-07 16:49:31] (Date/Time posted on
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