Getting My Fix
I can't help it, I've got the shakes
I'm back to see the man
He rolls it tight just the way I like
Adds a little extra if I ask
He must have gotten a special order
Isn't that a deeper shade of green
Perhaps from the South of Asia
Where they grow the finest weed across the sea
There's a tingle of excitement
At all the variety
As my man rolls up a little something special
He knows what pleases me
He's got to know just what it does
Measuring the product as I watch
Not speaking a word, the place is silent
The anticipation, almost to much
My mind and mouth are salivating
The whole table is lighting up
We're all so very happy
To be having "sushi" again for lunch
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