“Yeah…I’ll have the house special”
“House special…did I hear ya say…House special”
Grinding up some extra cheese, some extra cheddar
Tip it up with Red Leicester & grinded Mozzarella
Flip it for some more dough—burn up real slow
Go peel the potatoes, nachos with chips- fatty combo
Latte or Mango, which drink would be better nutrition
Intuition says Mango & he say’s Cappuccino, a confusion
So I bustle out—the backyard—hustle out a tips card
Protein shake—to gain a stronghold around the yard
The round pennies of pepperoni, enticing yet spare change
Arrange to turn it into Bologna—Baloney exchange
I meet the Italian mince maker, meat the due taker
He “wets his beak” in my profit, a bad habit maker
Deal up for cream..Top product...He looks kind of grim
scared he’s never dealt with crème de la crème
Gems on the hem—actually cufflinks for caste grasp
Voice rasps my vocal chords—internal bumps last
in longevity—drink Bourne Vita for longevities to surpass
general public loves the limelight of my lamp, I pass
the light with bias—over my angels—in the business
of commercializing Christmas, ignored in their busyness
60 minutes popped off , when they popped off the cork
Returned to the pizzeria, trashed the pizza—it has pork
Waited for a while—but these men their untruthful
Booths full- dealing cola, liquidized coke—penny & gone
Sold me the same for10 pennies—been hustled for once
Remembering the old adage—“Never trust anyone”
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Originally Posted by Edward Casey
