food
is the devil,
the cause for clogged
arteries
and heart attacks, but
i can't help
but long
for a bucket of chicken
sometimes.
dark meat,
spicy and crispy,
dripping with grease
as i hold
a leg in my hand.
that blinking sign
and the short
line at the drive-thru
is calling my name
like a sultry siren
as i drive by.
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