The Last Slice
Who ate the last slice?
I don't hear no confession
Who scarfed the last slice down?
Everyone seems to have a finger pointing obsession
Don't know why we have house rules,
when no one pays them no mind
He who calls last slice first,
is supposed to have their belly rewarded
whenever they feel so inclined
Around here, a person can't even take a bathroom break,
without somebody swiping the last slice off the tray
That's just wrong,
that's not fair
I even bought the two pizzas,
but I can see nobody cares
I wish I could tell who did it
by looking into their eyes
And none of youse are even trying
to give me any elaborate lies
The wife is in the bedroom,
hiding her head under the pillows
The three kids are aimlessly
bobbing around like zombie marshmallows
I guess it's just me and the dog
left to take up the lost cause
Hey, wait a minute ... now don't tell me ---
is that pizza sauce I see all over your paws!
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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