Pounding back the sugary alcohol
Until my eyes cross from both drugs hitting my system
Now he gets into my space and spits in my face
Could barely stand I was so bad off, but I could only take so much
Hitting him in the mouth put him in the same state as I as we both fell down
The layers of butter and flour stared at Frank, daring him to resist their crunchy flaky goodness. He knew taking one bite would be the end of him. Instead, he ate the whole thing. Frank was in for a few rounds on his porcelain throne, but damn it was good.
“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