Cuban Presidente Carrot Eater
A poem by Devon Thursby:
I bet you never met a man who peeled his carrots.
You know what i mean.
You all do it.
You bite down on the side and expose the center.
Then you take your fingernails and peel the rest of the sides off.
You eat it ruthlessly.
But sometimes you can’t get into the inner root to peel it properly.
And you get pissed off.
you can’t eat it the way you want.
And you bite the mother-fucker in half like the bastard it is!
A man takes his carrots seriously.
And as a man who eats carrots take me seriously.
I am not one to fuck with.
Consider your parade pissed on,
Because I am not going anywhere!