My sandwich didn't have any mayo so I sent it back.
The waitress spit on it so I gave her a smack.
They put me in jail and the prisoners raped me six times.
You'd better listen when I tell you never to commit a crime.
Author notes
This is a fictional poem
Comments
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This is brilliant.
This captures beautifully the essence of sandwich condiment lacking angst and how it easily can send us all into a rage if we're not careful. Hmmmmm....is lack of mayo really worth having your backside forcibly violated? You pose interesting philosophical quandaries that all of us should take pause from our vapid lives to consider. I was considering assault for the sake of my sandwich, but hence shall heartily reconsider (as my sphincter tightens considerably).
This was very illuminating.
Al
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