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


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