Pizza Night

Waiting for my wheel of dough
And sauce and melted cheese, to go,
The crowd about me waxing, waning,
Surging, slouching, some complaining
‘Bout the line or how expensive
Extra cheese is, hypertensive
Family men in meat withdrawal,
Dangly children whining, “Aww, we’ll
Never get our pie. I’m starving!”
Stoic pizza jockeys carving
Pepperoni discs so thin
Their bottom’s where their tops begin…
Same as every Friday night
For years. I must be living right.

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