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November 9, 2023 · 6:21 pm

Jacques Strap? (Comment A Better Title… I Dare You)

They called me “french-fry fingers”

‘Cause I’m just that bad at bowling.

See, oil gets all over the ball

After it starts a rolling.

Then it hits the bowling pins

And knocks down one or two.

Emotionally salty, physically oily,

And that’s why. Comprenez-vous?

The french-fried potatoes

That I bought from Wendy’s

Are covered in tattoos

And wear pants around their knees,

They complain about white privilege

And say “sup” instead of “hey.”

That’s when I remembered

That today is black fry day.

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