You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner, you open the menu to the
kids menu;he is far to young for an adult meal. “Chicken Nugger” stares at you from the page you don’t understand. Your palms get
sweaty and your son complains, he says he is hungry. Your mind strains for an answer in world of Sweer Potato and French
Fried.
You try to order the Chicken Nugger but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry and he complains, the waitress stares at you her head a spinning Chicken Nugger, her arms swinging French fried. Your son cries the tears of a hungry Chicken Nugger-less
child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have “French Fried” engraved on your left temple and you do not understand.
Your
child weeps in the
corner starving starving for Chicken Nugger.
