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Sunday, July 11, 2010

Two Feet Under

The sign on the restaurant read
“All you can eat”
They had pork chops and ribs
And tacos chuck full of meat
So the big boy walked on in
It took two chairs to make his seat
Knocking over in the process
The little hostess he forgot to greet

The boy had eaten here before
“And they sure put on a spread”
He’d known lotsa folks who'd eaten here
But now most of ‘em, were now dead
There was Big Al and Hamhock
And some old dude they just called Fred
Then just sittin’ there reminiscing
He grabbed the menu and he read

“We’ve got a killer deal
That we think is great
For the crazy price of ten bucks
Ya’ll can load up your plate
You can stuff your old gizzard
Till your lips turn blue and foam
Just remember, no doggie bags
You ain’t a takin’ nothin’ home

The big boy said “shucks” and smiled
For the price you can’t compete
And he ordered everything
That he done figured he could eat
And one year to the day
He up and died out on the street
Never knowing what it felt like
To look down and see his feet

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