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The Cheesy Gods We All Love

Words are Power

Power is Money

Money Is Pizza

Pizza Is God

So give me your words and no one gets hurt

 

Pizza is all that I believe in

Pizza is me

I am Pizza

And if I take you words

Then I take you power

And I get your money

And with that money I buy pizza

 

Pizza solves everything

Its fills the hole in my heart

And it fills the holes in my Arteries

 

Clearly Pizza is God

For Without it

How can we Live?

 

The mighty cheese Overlords

Watching us from their Oven thrones

Bathing us with the sweet smell

Of pepperoni happiness

All Hail Pizza

All Bow Down to pizza

Curtsy to Pizza

Perform Choreographed dance numbers for Pizza

Kiss the trays that they sit upon

 

In fact I fail to understand

Why you’re listening to this poem

And not eating Pizza

What is wrong with you?

 

Have you ever met a person

That hates pizza?

No!

No one hates pizza!

 

 

But if they do….

Don’t trust them

Don’t look at them

Don’t think about them

Don’t friend them on Facebook

Run away from this person

Do not trust this Pizza hater

For they do not deserve your love

Or your Pizza

For These cheesy pies of greatness

That comes in rectangular cubes of cardboard

Graciously land upon our doorsteps

And impart to us

The gift of happiness

It brings the whole family together

And makes everyday better

 

Pizza does not discriminate

No matter what you look like

Or what you like

Pizza will always be the same

Delicious

Pizza lives on in every country

And in every ones hearts

We should thank our pizza overlords

For the awesomeness that they have brought us

 

Instead of dropping bombs

We should drop pizza

End all Wars

And solve world hunger!

Instead of having Congress sit there and do nothing

Have them sit there and eat pizza

We should make Papa John our President

And have a large deep crust as a flag

Land of the brave and home of the Pepperoni

Everything would be perfect

 

Because

I like my pizza

Like I like my people

I don’t care what you look like

What you do

Or what you say

As long as you have

That gooey cheesy heart that makes everyone smile

I will love you forever

And I’m sure you taste delicious

 

………not that I'm advocating cannibalism

that would be crazy!

 

But….Imagine all the people tasting like pizza?

 

Befriending them

Getting to know them

Killing them

With a rolling pin or a frying pan

Sprinkling some cheese on them

Add some cilantro

Bake them in an oven on high at 450 degrees

Leave them in the oven for another ten minutes so they cool down

Sprinkle a little salt on top and some Tapatio

Slice them up and have them for movie night

I mean come on….

Imagine it!

Imagine how **** delicious some people would be!

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Written by
sean-schaeffer
Published
Sep 17, 2014
Lines·Words
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Notes

I wrote this for a slam competition that i recently went to and I absolutley love reading this out loud and performing it.

Tags
#food#free#verse#pizza#free-verse
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