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Hungry Boy,
Written at 3 a.m., while
drinking.
Poor little Steve, such a hungry boy.
Being so starved brings absolutely no joy
"I need a trip to the Grocery store!" he gleefully
screamed
"I'll get some spinach, canned, some fresh, and maybe
some creamed"
So off he goes onto this little excursion
For some food, soda, olive oil, of course, it must be
extra virgin.
So off he goes into unbalanced pentameter. (just to
piss you off)
With cart in tow and 18 aisles he can see.
Then he spots it "Hungry Man dinners…buy one get one
free."
White trash's finest at it's peak.
Steve's so awestricken he can't even speak.
But Steve's quandary he needs to dispel.
Such a thought with him that does not sit so well.
"I am just a hungry boy, this I understand....."
"..can I group another level and be a Hungry Man?"
Yes he realizes as Salisbury steak is put in
his cart.
"such a great design" Steve thought to
himself," almost a work of art."
“Over a pound of food”, it said with the
Salisbury steak.
It's also microwavable, no need for it to bake.
" I harken back to the school lunches of yore,
It's so simple to make it can't be a bore.
No need for a table, that'll be to classy.
I'll just use my chair, yes, that's so white trashy.
(I'm reaching on that one)
Two patties of Salisbury steak.
Mashed potatoes, green beans with carrots, and only 4
minutes to make
After four minutes such a crazy site.
Smells so scrumptious, I just have to take a bite. ..
It's so perplexing what just could be missing.
Was it salt? Maybe a little pepper? A sprig of
Rosemary? Another spice that's not in this listing?
I just can't figure it out .
Such a problem it is.
And then right then and there. The doorbell
rang out.
. "Who could it be?" I said to myself,
Grizzly bear, a hot girl maybe even an elf?
Oh shit! it's my good ol' buddy Colt 45
Malt liquor supreme. A six pack, only 2.25
But today he is solo, to give me a hand.
To help wash down my throat as I go through my hungry
man.
So two high class food products now unified as one.
Can't forget the Old English 800 trucker hat. Hell
yeah, now it's time for fun.
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Such a marriage made in heaven, colt 45 isn't a beer.
But I'm not in a car so I'm all in the clear.
I swish through the malt liquor, just to and fro.
Now that I'm done, I shall start on my bowl of
chocolate
chip cookie dough.
The End. |
