Pasta And Crumpets

Recycle pasta, obey your master, pasta.

Every single day, nibbling away

I'm your source of satisfaction

Another cherry pie,

It's your reason why,

Your cock's considered out of action.

Let's see who you are,

Stretch marks will leave you scarred

All you want to do

Is eat a chocolate bar


OBEY YOUR MASTER

EAT YOUR FOOD FASTER

A HUNGRY RASTA

TWO PLATES OF PASTA. PASTA.


You've got enough to pay,

Your breakfast's on its way,

A cup of tea would make it dearer.

Watch the morning news,

Fiddle with your jewels,

See your meal is coming nearer

Something in your eye,

A stale piece of pork pie,

Someone's poisoned your beans

And you'll never know why.

She might run faster

But you'll outlast her

So grab the Rasta

And feed him pasta, PASTA.

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jhamann 2 years ago from Reno NV

Awesome! Very enjoyable poem, well done. Thanks for sharing. Jamie

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