“But Mr. Perkins, my dog ate all my homework,” Johnny said as he wiped his nose. The constant sniffle the boy had was almost more annoying than the lie he was trying to tell me.
“That was an extremely old excuse even when my dad went to school,” I said.
“But it’s the truth,” Johnny pleaded. “Honest.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I replied. Johnny was about to say more, but I cut him off. “Go back to your table, or I will send you to the principal’s office.”
Johnny gave up and moped his way back to his assigned spot. I watched him put on the plastic gloves. Like I would believe a dog would want to eat bacon wrapped jalapeño poppers. One bite maybe, but the rest?
“Okay students. Pick up your knives. Today I’m going to show you how to properly clean the skin off a snapper fillet.”
Focusing on the bubbling cauldron
Reggie watched the chicken dance
It made his mouth water as the skin tanned
Exactly two minutes later he scooped out his prize
Destroying it with his face
Food poured out of the kitchen
Enough to feed a medium sized army
And all Lewis could do was watch from across the street
Salivating, he left and returned to the alleyway
To find the refuse that was the meal’s byproduct
Crispy bits of animal matter
Attached itself to the grates of the grill
Reaching blackened status, then beyond
Onyx char that hardly remembered what it had once been
Now only fit for archaeologists and garbage collectors