Buffalo Shrimp

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I ate them
in spite of the ignorant sauce
that coated their previously frozen existence
no doubt
my snob kicked in and then
backed down

I ate them
even though they made me think of you
you with your fat disguised as skinny
you with your lie disguised as truth
with your fried green suggestions

I ate them
just as you told me to do
so long ago
when I believed eating them
would kill my brain cells
would twang my accent
would yell rebellious

I ate them
and more
I dipped them
in Ranch
a New Yorker’s nightmare
an elitist’s bain
dipped them in Ranch
and not only that
I ordered the fried pickles as well.

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