The fried chicken stand roars each morning
Burning oil since the early dawning
You know it’s bad – ‘But it’s delicious’
There’s things inside so suspicious
Feel your organs, pumping, throbbing
As arteries are slowly clogging
The chicken man holds a scythe
Death comes along to claim his tithe
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful to have this little book to write my notes in. I prefer to write with pen and paper rather than using an app.
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