Where's the Damn Mayo?!
(This is a fictional poem)
My sandwich didn't have any mayo so I sent it back.
The waitress spit on it so I gave her a smack.
They put me in jail and the prisoners raped me six times.
You'd better listen when I tell you never to commit a crime.
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