Fried Chicken

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GIANT WINGS

This decision must be forced on me,
I lose contact with reality:
The truth,
The scope of things.
Weekends evaporate
And nights seem to vanish.
Life becomes mac and cheese,
Delicious....
Then guilt and gut ache arise
Like some mechanism of a terrible sense
Of self correction.
And I feel bound to reply
Akin to brother ostrich.
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