Pizza Delivery Boy

PIZZA DELIVERY BOY

“The sky was uniformly grey”

—Alan Hollingshurst,

THE SWIMMING-POOL LIBRARY

The sky was dreary-deary dinge—

So tres tragically depressingly

Without any sign of sunshine—

Breaking thru the cloudy frippery 

The sun had migrated south—

Surely to never return again

What I needed was a quickie—

A delicious douche of the divine

Rather than dawdle away the—

Tawdry gnarly overcast day

So I did what I usually do—

I phoned for some Thai takeout

Something sweet and sour—

And then if that wasn’t enough

I’d call the delivery boy—

The Pizza Slut Kid for relief