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Spanked
By Paul Cameron Brown
Buying up egg rolls at 50¢ a kick,
they royally entered our bloodstream
- a riot of sensation
akin to dynamite caps
kicked off in the brain.
Later, sitting in the booth
a chocolate brown wall
to aid the digestion;
a frumpy waitress
plunks water down
to complete the feast.
Taken back, the surcharge
at such festivities exorbitant,
we squander in exact change
the full price to do it again.
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