My Stomach Touched My Back

hey hey hey

yeah, i know, it's kinda sorta a trademark, i suppose...

this morning i was so flippin' hungry

(how hungry a.ced.a?)

i was so hungry that______________

(try filling in that blank, if you will)

not because there's no food at home 'cause y'all know i loooooove to eat

not because i'm broke, just cheap

not because i had to go to little rock to give punkin her phone on my way to work

not because of the fact that at thirty-one years of age, i am teething again

- darn wisdom tooth -

although some semblance of humor to be elicited has flopped like andre agassi at open mike night

but because i simply was in the commuter's mindrush of getting to work quickly.

therefore, said stomach eventually touched my back and said........

"have you realized that the last time i worked was for some canned ravioli at 2:30 this morning?"

dag, bro, ya gotta get fed.

my bad.

of course, the belly was quickly satisfied by a four-piece catfish dinner

and a certain prominent cheater's (tiger woods gatorade) beverage, so tasty to me

what can i say? this man loooooooooves to eat!

but seriously, if ya get to the point beyond a growl and a tummy rumble, stop and eat!

til the next time

love, peace, and moisture max for daddy to pick his afro because it's flat on one side

tell the world where you're from

and anytime you're in little rock, go to grampa's catfish house on stagecoach road and throw down with the fish pappy heavily at a superb value

stay up