The Seven Dollar Baby
French fries, one big Mac, a small diet coke.
Pop eyes, two piece with a biscuit, chicken dinner.
Manic depression, deep loneliness.
I will do many things you never thought of.
I was not there, that night when I met you,
at the corner fifth avenue and park boulevard.
I wore a condom the very first time.
When you ate from my bag, of K.F.C. chicken.