Please Mr. Taco Bell Man
Don’t spit in my food
I think that it’s so very rude
And now I’ve begun to brood
My sweet revenge I will conclude
This magic moment
Hey Mr. Taco Bell Man
What’s that on your face
Besides the look of real disgrace
For soon I’ll own this whole damn place
Your guilt is so hard to erase
Now I’ve got you
See Mr. Taco Bell Man
I’m familiar with your sauce
Your green sputum that you toss
On my lettuce is your loss
Now I think I hear your boss
Firing you
Hey Mr. Constable Man
What do you mean there is no proof
Why are you acting so aloof
Cuffing me and not this doof
Knocking head on squad car roof
Police Brutality
Hey Mr. Circuit Judge Man
My greedy plot you did unveil
Can I not just post my bail
I’ll put the check right in the mail
No. Now I’ll have to go to jail
I’m hungry
Copyright 2009 Patrick Granfors
Regis
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Watch out for those flying, spit-covered tacos! YUCK!!!!