Fossil

If dinosaurs had feathers

I’d have caged one as a pet

and lived like Fred Flintstone did

went out bowling every night

with an easy pal like Barney

downed some beers with the guys

eyed some saucy chicks

devoured some spicy dactyl wings

and stopped for a rack of raptor ribs

at a drive-through diner

to be greeted back at my cave

with slobber from my feathered friend

while a woman in a little black dress

who cleans up the feathers

and all the dinosaur shit

sets the table for my supper


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