Monday, July 12, 2010

Playing Chicken on A Country Road

Crack the shell,
a dash of cold sweat
downs the egg in one gulp.

Meals should be chewed 32 times per bite
but an egg's an egg, and there ain't much chewing there.

Hormonal slurp was the mix I saw
a case of piss-poor timing,
when neither Roy nor I chickened out

against a fool's I-double-dare-you.

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