Bread and Butter Issues
They were stopping everyone;
made us answer their questionnaires.
We were told that there were
no right or wrong answers,
but weeks later - a letter.
Apparently the socially correct
had a beef with me.
A ham sandwich had recently been indicted
and jailed.
One of the questions I replied to
smelled slightly off,
seditious salami flavored sins
had been detected.
A tuna casserole had declared independence
from rainy Wednesdays.
Now the fridge is being audited,
there's something fishy in the air,
and the cops are hiding in my rose bushes
taking recipe notes.
I have complained to Yelp.
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