the butcher takes his smoke break out front of his shop.
with blood on his apron, he digs for his cigs and matchbook.
the cigarette sits small between his fat fingers.
inhale. chinamen aren't usually as tall as he is.
exhale. he hates his job.
inhale. he only stays for the
exhale. pretty lady who comes in on fridays.
HOW DID YOU END UP HERE? This is my old blog!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
pork
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