Fast Food

I have a box that I keep locked
In my bag
Pockets deeper than six feet
My friend Andrew died
But he still helps me pay for things
Jack let me get a number 1 curly
Mocha coffee and a couple of meat blankets
For here please, I'm going to write and eat
My mind is a safe full of paper green wisdom
No, you can't have the key
Just keep driving thru
Hope you get to the driveway before the rain
Cloudy weather but my funds sunny
Floating slowly back to the ground
My favorite combo always makes me float
Stay hungry my friends
p.s. #410 food for thought...

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