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Saturday, February 18, 2012

FILTH FAIRY

Wing's smudged with grease, Dirt
her nails darkened with food particles
         
various stains of sauce and sambar    
adorn her ripped, white shirt

Her feet buried in used banana leaves
her hands searching , shoveling - spilling
her fingers adorned with apple peels
her pockets, stuffed with grubs jingling

a necklace of kebabs, half eaten
squishing food, she walks half beaten
her hair tangled with chicken wings
her face smudged with gastronomic sins
swaggering under the influence of wine
she grabs, the next man to dine

food is boring, it's time to play
pity those rascals, they better pray


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