I’m not going to eat that
By: Sammy
Knowing that the putrid, intoxicating aroma of that disgusting so called “food”
I wander in to the kitchen,
Having to hold my breath
For the stench is hanging in the air like the that of death
Ha ha...I’m not going to eat that
Under our faux mahogany cabinets,
On a white platter with a chip on its side,
There it is, dead and lifeless, out of its home the river
As it’s carcass lays there , I wish it could get up and run away
From the doom of being eaten
But that salmon, will never swim again
Um Mom...I’m not going to eat that.
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