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at the burger shop - Poetry Group

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that girl had a nice ass, curls bunched
up in bobbypins as the door slams the
heat back outside
vietnamese chatter keeps building
while the arabic is soft and rolling underneath it
the slight smell of grease and the bubbling soda machine,
stool seats creak as she
sways in satisfaction complete.
that's a good boy, gangsta exterior as he crosses his chest
philly cheese steak ready to ingest.
there goes that fine girl again, her boy
talkkin so much hot air
as least thier close, swapping fries and ketchup they share.


Wow. That's a fun poem there.