I remember taking a bite

into your succulent flesh
tasting that greasy,
salty taste of yours
I remember your sweet red sauce
overflowing my mouth with joy.

When I remember your greasy cheese and crispy crust
it exhilarates me.
you were always there for me
for a late night dinner.
when we had no food at our house,
you are always there.

Oh, Pizza
i’m so sorry little Mo Mo ate you
he was so hungry and I had to feed him something
you were the only thing in our fridge
but now you are dead and in little Mo Mo’s tummy
rest In peace meat lovers pizza...
Rest... In... Peace...