Its Friday today
I know what that means
In the refectory atlunch
There will be sausageand beans
What else will there be
I lick my lips
For I know what it is
The end of week chips
The fries are a comin'
But the portion lookslean
Not nearly enough
For a hungry teen
Shall I risk my dignity
It may serve my cause
To get me more chips
I try the greedy pause
The dinner lady smiles
My pride is intact
On my plate
The chips are nowstacked
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Observations of an Urban Poet
PoetryObservations from Gritty the Urban Poet who could be any of us anywhere in any urban centre.
