for cold ‘za

got crusty eyes

yawns ‘n mumble talks

need crusty pies

calling from my ice box

hunger-ies, hunger-ies

got an appetite, dude

for that coveted slice

of morning after too

many brown pops—

the saucy hangover cure

munchies, munchies

mangio pure


between the snooze-y

old black and white

football fuzzy screen

or rather, Bogart booze-y

in HD

’cause the fuzzy screen

is me

loungin’ in

my jammies

loungin’ in the mess

that cold cheese

chilly tomato goodness

loungin’ in my ya!-ya!

and my hunger-ies—

for cold ‘za

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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