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My name is ######## My business is my bakery You look like you need a job Why don't you come work for me? I sweep the streets to keep them safe I keep heat in my oven to make bread Working for me will pay you very well And give you tons of street cred I make bread to feed the streets I always lift up my community I'll always serve on a clean plate But you can't bake a cake without ***** dishes I make holes in doughnuts I fill cracks in the pavement and potholes I uproot the weeds and replace them with seeds And help you achieve your life goals
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Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 8:01 AM UTC
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My name is ######## My business is my bakery You look like you need a job Why don't you come work for me? I sweep the streets to keep them safe I keep heat in my oven to make bread Working for me will pay you very well And give you tons of street cred I make bread to feed the streets I always lift up my community I'll always serve on a clean plate But you can't bake a cake without ***** dishes I make holes in doughnuts I fill cracks in the pavement and potholes I uproot the weeds and replace them with seeds And help you achieve your life goals
I made this poem when I felt like the ones I was writing were too depressing, so I wanted something with a hopefully sillier, more lighthearted idea, a mob boss who's also a baker.
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Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 8:01 AM UTC
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