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starving for food
i give in and pull
into a seven eleven.
i ask the man for
a hot dog and he
smiles, adjusts
his orange turban
and says, one
or two. i tell him
only one, i'm watching
my figure, i might
be going to the beach
this week. he smiles
and nods as if he
understands the nature
of me, my desire to
be fit and trim
as i stroll along
the shore half naked
for all to see. we
have a special, he
says, two for the price
of one and a bag
of chips, trying to
convince me to go
for the second dog,
but i have extrordinary
will power, and say,
no, just one will do.
so i grab some
mustard, a water,
pay the man and thank
him. and when i get
outside to eat i
open the box and see
that there is a fat
red hot dog lying there,
rolling about on it's
own with no bun. just
the dog. it was his
first day, i guess
and i didn't
specify the bun too.