… poached eggs on toast like the breasts of suburbia.
Antithesis of suburbia
peeling onions
with no tear
Scalding butter
on a luke pan of
boiling H2O
Cleverlie crossing legs
against traders
and those who
willy nilly come
knocking.
What sadists they
who decrie
the flying ducks
and plastic pretties
Washing up not done
til 3 days old
and not B4
there is no plate
to eat the mashed peas
or eggs on poach
like the breasts
of this suburbia.
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