The Munchies
(This is a fictional poem)
My ex-boss owned a diner and he served soup that was free.
He put marijuana in it to give the customers the munchies.
When they ate the soup, they ordered lots of food.
They even ordered the liver and onions that was on the menu.
I decided to go to the cops and snitch.
Now he's in jail and he's some guy's #####.
He doesn't like the predicament that he's in.
I guarantee that he'll never sell food again.
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