Thomas' Appetite

thine dream of appetite's a fried chicken,

Thomas. soil worship'd thine calloused feet

you'd chased a no ambling prince hen-

sumptuous captive. lonely the farmer

slaughtered captive-pain of neighbor's eye

air laughed fully, thou scuttled for life

cops knew ye  stole. dream, shattered, Thomas?

thee, loved by gravity Thomas

fallen, busted. groans thine appetite

how's life with prisoners? oh quick, quick!

dream's hither to thee! fried chicken...

plus pork chops! wow Thomas, dream come true.

how long will you stay in jail?