Thursday, March 12, 2015

SPAM


SPAM

I am so hungry
Nothing looks good
But I need something
I want something
Something for breakfast
Lunch and dinner
An all in one food
A perfect food
One no one can resist
Even though no one knows what it is
It doesn’t matter
I don’t care if it is a sandwich
A casserole or all alone
I need that special food to live
To be happy
For now and forever more

I need my SPAM

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