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3am Chicken + Columbus Quesadilla

Cold 3am chicken over stainless steel sink.
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Columbus quesadilla.
You take the stuffing.
I'll mash the potato.
You say tomato,
Or take one more step and I'll blow your fucking brains out!
“And that's where ketchup was started by your old Papy Joe.”
He taught the Indians to slave.
And the young girls, ta’ hoe.
Just seed one more aisle,
Just cut Pa one more rail.
There's Charlies arriving.
It's a labor half sale!
We thank all the men who made this country great!
They fondle each other and call it debate.
With statues erect all the way 'cross the land. There is one thing now, we all understand.
That Chris was a do-er.
A real boy's man!
And she is liar.
(Yes, that sounds like a plan!)
So wonder bread, mayonnaise with sliced cheese and fold.
We stand men before women.
And dumb Trumps the bold. Harlem, NYC.

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