Crunchy salty goodness played footsies with his tongue
Relishing in the dulcet bass tones with each bite
It made getting his fingers greasy so worth it
Still he wiped his hands on his pants before grabbing his Coke
Putting slick hands on a wet can could mean instead of drinking it he would be wearing it
Sliding along life, day by day
Looking for where his next grift would be
It kept things interesting.
Could be he’d hit it big or go hungry
Knowing would be boring, more fun to keep on sliding
Slipping out of her comfy slippers
Heaving open the front door, she slipped outside.
Onto the rain puddle filled mud slick path
Every nook and cranny of her feet were soon one with the earth
Still beat wearing those damned high heels!!!