It was boar head
for dinner & mushy lickin' good.
That's why he slurred so bad in
his parking lot pamphlet gibberish.
"Give it to me like a one minute photo booth."
"This isn't no five finger discount."
"How cum," you said.
"The legs won't open properly."
"That's what the jack is for."
"I only have one left arm."
But it didn't matter & he waved
*dedicated to all those who know my work best. just 'cause you wouldn't expect anything less.