Satire story: Barbeque
Barbeque
Groping a basic tool,
the Alpha lovingly caresses
thick, processed meat.
A slight light-headedness
kisses his appetites side.
Air dances from the fire.
Smoke sears every eye
of the salivating tribe.
They murmur, restlessly:
a fight about the iPod dock.
Peacefully, elders burn,
at rest under
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