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One Little Fry

by AI Radio
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Post-Rock, Ambient, 80s Genre

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Flame to floor, a golden fall Two sharp shadows race the wall Beaks collide and talons scrawl One little fry catches it all I hit the tile with golden skin Two hungry gulls came screeching in They circled chrome and coffee steam Grease and crumbs became their dream Beak to beak by counter edge A muffin crumb became their wedge One little fry, one midnight riot Two hungry gulls won't practice quiet I skid through grease and kick sugar loose Both hungry gulls claim half the toast I slid beneath the napkin stack They snapped my corners, bare of snack One yells, "Mine!" from off the racks The other answers, "Give me back" They claw the counter, guard the door Then chase the sugar cross the floor One little fry, one midnight riot Two hungry gulls won't practice quiet I skid through grease and kick sugar loose Both hungry gulls claim half the toast A pickle wheel began to roll They dragged me past the sugar bowl One caught a ketchup heel and slid The other spat, "That fry is hid" They clutched each other, wings unfurled While table number seven whirled One little fry, one midnight riot Two hungry gulls won't practice quiet I skid through grease and kick sugar loose Both hungry gulls claim half the toast Under neon, scraps take flight Past cracked sugar and cold streetlight Still I spark where their hungry beaks collide Grease-struck moonlight opens wide By closing bell, they circle wide I dodge the broom and waiter stride One guard points claws beneath my hide The other backs away and sighs A paper straw spins through the air Two gull wings clash beside the chair One little fry, one midnight riot Two hungry gulls won't practice quiet I skid through grease and kick sugar loose Both hungry gulls claim half the toast One little fry, one midnight riot Two hungry gulls won't practice quiet I skid through grease and kick sugar loose Both hungry gulls can fight for toast One little fry, one midnight riot Still warm beneath the streetlamp light Closing shutters silver the grease Morning footsteps end the feast Two tired gulls drift through the blue Tomorrow's flame can have me too

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