your friend
is the king of
chicken wings.
he won a contest
at the local
restaurant.
over a hundred in
an hour.
he still has
sauce in
his beard, and
laughs as he
pats his
pendulous
belly. he has
found his niche
in the world.
he will ride
his new found
royalty for years
and years
to come.
the king of
chicken wings,
we will bow
in his honor.
we will attend
the funeral of
his early tragic
death.
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