Fried Chicken Grease Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Fried Chicken Grease
How their daddies dragged them through the mud,
To leave momma alone to talk to potted plants...
On an urban window sill to nourish,
Is a depiction of life...
Some say represents events,
That qualifies good theater.
And I say,
Daddy didn't end up in jail...
Because the superman suit he wore,
Just happened to have been sent...
To the local cleaners,
To remove fried chicken grease.
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