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“THE FRYER”
(Americans have willingly created a stagnant and apathetic conscience)
Guilty conscience and instant gratification
Last night lingers into tomorrow
I am the reason your private room is back stocked with tissues and your cabinets with chemicals
Discomfort
The leather skin of the couch screeches as you shift your sweating ass
Channel surfing
Your guts are boiling
Bad blemishes and a few extra fat rolls
Stink, stank, stunk
The Fryer
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