Cue up, it's free food, mind your elbows
So what you retired 15 years ago
Drawing a pork pension with a fine nib
Wheel the hamper another foot
The line shortens as the desperate and
The greedy compete
The lettuce not wilted rather overstocked
The deli pesto, potato salad, get the last one before the woman on crutches snatch it
It a dog eat dog open to all hand out
You can always feed it to dog
It insulates the fridge the past due dates make you feel younger each day
You can afford some splurge
Having grabbed lunch meat at the poor's pantry
It buttresses some delusion in being thrifty
When you're grifty
Step on the scale the 195 tale
Five foot hum the heart as fit as a plum
Call a plumber, snake life first
Oh look a six pound bratwurst
When life's a bowl of cherries
Swallow the pits after grinding them with molars
What canary? I don't see your canary?
The quizzical face barely fits in the feathers, the sticker stuck to the tonsils
No one notices, it burps indiscrete
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