 Dear Deep Dish,
Let me count the ways that I love you
I can barely hide my anticipation as I sit in the restaurant,
Your smells encompass my brain.
Those fuckers who came in before me get served you first,
I want to punch them in their mug,
Their dumbass smiles on their face only make me want you more.
This whore ass waitress tells me it will only be a few more minutes,
But she lies, all lies!
Oh why wont you come sooner?
I pine for your touch!
As I pretend to pay attention to the conversation at the table,
I become more anxious, less interested by the second.
Damnit, well I better go to the bathroom and re-group myself.
Why the fuck is there a bathroom attendant at a Deep Dish Pizza Place? 
Fuck you, I am not giving you shit.
I can wash my own damn hands thank you very much
But I do enjoy the Miles Davis playing, so thank you for that
But I am still not giving you shit
As I walk back from the bathroom
I stare at the pictures of the celebrities on the wall who have also felt your touch 
What are you a whore?
You are supposed to be loyal to me!
Your beauty is your curse.
I am back at the table and still no food.
Cockknockers.
At this point I am not even pretending to listen to the conversation
I am nervously awaiting in my chair for you
The only thing I can add to the conversation is
Where the fuck is the pizza? Hay-zeus (Hay-zeus indeed)
The waitress rounds the corner
She holds you like a brand new baby in her arms
You are making your way to me!
Oh joy, you do love me after all!
Wait, what the fuck?
She served the people who came in after us
Ok, now I am going to murder somebody.
Most likely the fucker asking for money to wash my hands in the bathroom
I am weeping inside
I thought you loved me
2 more minutes goes by
I am empty inside
Then shortly thereafter you show up
With your Sunday's best on
I so want to greet you with all the love that I feel for you
But you hurt me
You have whored yourself out to others and you are late
I turn my head in shame
But your smile brings me back in
Your luscious firm tomatoes
Your creamy mozeralla surface
Your inner beauty, ie layer of patty sausage
You are indeed a beautiful bitch
But I cant!
You betrayed me!
Oh who the fuck am I kidding
Fuck it, wont be the first time I have had sloppy seconds.
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