Whatever it was,
that we were.. and did...
Lasted about as long as the pizza we ordered.
The Day after my birthday, hungover as hell.
It went bad, on the shelf.
The cheese did. Your pepperoni.
As fast as the gallon of milk you'd had for a while.
And we quickly turned to sludge
as the bag of lettuce
in my own refrigerator did.
I know you're smart
and you think I do it for ya,
but this.. what.. it is
what
From the beginning it had a shelf life
of a bag of lettuce.
Lettuce Man.
I never ate the pizza
that you sent me home with.
You were like a ghost
That I had for my birthday.
Then, you were gone.
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