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Chikun' Sammich

Updated on August 2, 2012

Free Refills!

May I have one homophobic chick-feel-gay chick on chick chicken sandwich and a diet cola please? Also an order of bigoted, hypocritical, misery loves the miserable company it entertains. Everything is political. May I have one segregated sip upon my lip for the sons of slavery. For the bravery and blood we contribute to the foundation of this country. Quiet in humility, patient and stalwart. There is a purple thread woven through a rope, visible at portions and sometimes buried deeply within the vine. The thread represents hope the rope is a time line. The rest of the threads create a rainbow not to celebrate sexuality just to remind us of God’s promise. We can be strong as one, we can divide and fall. We can walk a thin line and balance on thinner ice. We can forgive and forget that we live in a world full of strife. We can take this dinner knife and spread mustard seed on bread. We can eat chickens like real patriots, crack their necks and pluck their feathers. There’s free refills we can drink together. Things could always be worse, ask the chickens involved. They regard genocide as a factor of life. Take the change from your wallets and purses. If any one of us was perfect as this parfait, we order extra pie but can't swallow our pride. Take a bite, your own words are bitter. Take a long look in the public restroom mirror. Wash your face and your hands and please reconsider. I see your mouth water, I hear your stomach grumble. There's plenty of overpriced and scrumptious food for all of us to consume. A variety of sauces from international shores. If we are the leaders of the free world, we as a nation can progress through turmoil. Get back to fertile soil, get back to burning oil. Turning do-nuts in the parking lot as I peel out. Tire screeches are pieces of an exiting orchestra. The fat lady edges away from her combination meal to rattle the building into rubble. Broken windows explode from the side of the structure. She unleashes her shrill voice over the patrons and protesters alike. " Free Refills " she sings at the top of her lungs barely audible over the hum of bubbles ascending my straw, saturating my tongue with sweet refreshment, in the silence of fiberglass and plastic. PWIV


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      Innuentendre 5 years ago from Houston, Texas

      Awesome! Thank you Matthew Weese, I enjoy history very well.. Thank you Jo Goldsmith11.. I land gracefully sometimes.. Thanks for the feedback guys!

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      Jo_Goldsmith11 5 years ago

      wow. An amazing piece of artistry. I found this to be correct in it's analogies and I have to say. I believe you to be right on. Voted this up and shared. This is one of my favorites :)

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      Matthew Weese 5 years ago from Auburn

      That was excellent writing my friend, That should be put in a history book by one of those political cartoons. Great work.