I'Ve Got A Mind Full Of You Poem by Bull Hawking

I never get my fill

I come to you like a fat boy
Bluffing a buffet
Hand me that spoon
For the chicken nuggets

You look up at me
Like a head on cooked fish
my hushpuppies sing
Your name to the tune
Of sweet 'T' Indiana

You're filling those jelly donuts
Just right
I don't want to be left
Alone with the olives
Cant get my fill in one sitting or two

The longer I spend relishing
Your buffet
the more leaving feels
Like fending off Ty Cobb at second base