Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Fried

"...sizzled like bacon on the grill..."

Fried

I was the greatest fry cook of
all-time
when sober;
when hungover
I loused-up orders,
worked by rote
with my corprolitic Dinosaur brain
that sizzled like bacon on the grill
through dumb-struck mornings in
Hell.






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