Check Out This Original Poem I Wrote
Tonight it's fresh off the wing
writhing and crunchy
and tearing holes in the bread with its final struggle
Flaptoast
You can keep your tendies and sauces
Tonight it's fresh off the wing
writhing and crunchy
and tearing holes in the bread with its final struggle
You thank the bird eye to eye
before the incisors snip the hollow neck
but only if you bear down like you mean it
This night is like no other
No you cannot connect to my speaker
we're not listening to your shit
Stop talking about Costa Rica
you were boring when you went to Costa Rica
and you were boring when you got back
The stars have moved again over the patio
and you're still sitting there
with your warbler on Sara Lee ready to go
like you don't even know how to party
Bitch
I just made you flaptoast