Funky Chicken

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Erotic Flash  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Funky Chicken

Gone are the pop-me-ups and JukeBoxes. Gone are the wildflowers that had busy bees sing. Now they are parking lots where giant malls grow. Gone is the ice depot that chilled ice cream. Gone is the theater that showed double features. Now it's a zoo with creatures behind bars. Gones are the cars that blew black smoke. But the ghost still chokes as I look out the window and there is black rain. There in the dark mama still dances the Funky Chicken.


Submitted: July 14, 2021

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