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Pizza

Thinking about pizza as I'm here

it's warm with the ovens going

the order has been placed

i sit and wait

and wait

and wait

no time erased, only 1 minute elapsed

I feel like I'm swimming laps

in a tomato sauce pool

with black olives for floaties

the sauce is well past my knees

so hungry

and desperate

just to get a slice

of this great American pizza pie

it makes my heart swell

my eyes not dry

i'm gonna get eat pizza until i die

 

and if there comes a day

when they say no more pizza no way

your stomach can't handle it

your intestines will flare

i'll say i don't care

pull the trigger in my underwear

crime scene investigates

saw it on the news

a man covered in pizza

and bottles of *****

they couldn't get in the door was unlocked

a wall full of pizza boxes had the entry fully blocked

but deeper inside was a man no one knew

cheese oozing under the doorway cracks like glue

 

i'm still here waiting for pizza

no more imaginary trap

i look at my watch

the tenth minute elapsed

the lifeguard gets out

he's done with his swim

his whistle blows

everybody back in

the pizza is ready

time to dive in

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