The sweetest fry
To absorb the eye:
Not sky high,
In Dog resides.
Heaped atop a snowy plate,
Swimming in oily perspirate.
Flakes of paprika form its nest
Ever-tightening my caress.
Squeezing, clenching, wrenching life
Inward attempt at preventing strife.
Carelessly I grab my knife,
Sever head beloved wife.
Out of pores, oil seeping,
Seconds after, commence the weeping.
Plate licked clean; no flake left
Grab my chest; gasp for breath
Crumpled mass, end of bar.
Suffocated, former star.
Where go now? All hope lost.
Will regain, any cost.
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