Thursday, April 4, 2013

The Long John Silvers Parking Lot

In the Long John Silvers parking lot,
where I sit in my car waiting for a friend,
I watch as only fat men enter the restaurant.
I have not worked out in a long time
and I have little will to do so.
The fried lobster bites I’ve been craving
don’t seem to mix with heavy lifting
and as my fat friend parks
and wobbles to the door
I hang my head
and join him.

We talk, we eat, we bloat,
and we ring their exit bell
signaling our defeat.


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