Feed me mayo-based salad
as I smack my creamy, tangy lips.
Watch my mouth close around
a fried chicken thigh,
sucking it clean till I’m
glistening and oily,
ready for a kiss.
Leave the leftover veggies
for woodland creatures,
then climb onto the back of my bike.
Feel the wind against your face,
and don’t forget to smile.
From here, we’ll go
anywhere.
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