so much depends
upon
a red professional-grade, liver-colored wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white Country Buffet Restaurant,
chickens. where Michael Moore waits to be wheeled back to his limo, the fat hack
so much depends
upon
a red professional-grade, liver-colored wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white Country Buffet Restaurant,
chickens. where Michael Moore waits to be wheeled back to his limo, the fat hack
Oh dear. You’re bringing back memories of 11th grade English, and then putting them into a blender with Michael Moore.
Look out for flying pieces of flab.
I’m starting to get the feeling that you don’t care for this Moore fellow.
Was it the “hack” thing?
How about:
I ate every last bit of food in the icebox
which you were probably saving for all of next week’s meals.
Forgive me, it was edible,
and you know how I get around stuff like that.
Serves the Country Buffet right. Everyone knows you have to hide your “All You Can Eat” signs if Moore’s in the same state.