I am a man. His name is Stan, the other man. He has a knife, I have a pan. We must dance through the night to see who will stand. We walk in the dark like a marching band. We corner each other and form a circle around a tin can. There was a gun, on the floor but we were on a high platform. I could not reach, and this is a lesson for me to teach. Stan the butcher was angry because I wouldn't buy his meat. That can of ham had better quality than his beef jerky. So there we were, storming in the night cutting to a feat. My name is Keith. I wear a white hat and cook beats. I chop them up in a mix of spicy beans to make a real mean burger of veggies. But I don't like his nasty meat, he throws it on the floor and gives it meat wedgies! That's it for me, I got to cook some Stan and ham wedged sand witch with extra old dirty beats to add the veggie treat.
November 6, 2011