Thursday, May 15, 2014

Being Popular

 It wasn't for the lack of scales, or eating things that make my stomach turn
Those barbs that pierce through careless skin, and later start to burn
Its not for these we can't be friends, for I love the whiskered smile
But on the stoves a pot of grits, and your meat taste sweet and mild

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke


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