Fried Bologna Sandwiches

Life goes on and I still like bologna,

not the pale type,

but the dark speckled kind.

A couple of hot fried bologna sandwiches,

with red ripe tomato,

a big slice of onion,

heaven.

I often enjoy one of these in the melancholic  part of my mind,

that I some way deified over the years,

but recently it has gotten to the point I don’t hardly recognize the place anymore.

Everything is vaguely familiar,

but all the people are different,

speaking in foreign tongues.
I asked one of the occupants where I could find a fried bologna sandwich,

he had no fuckin’ idea what I was talking about.

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One response to “Fried Bologna Sandwiches

  1. yourejivingme

    FBS is God’s food!

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