Oldies...

I will post a few oldies until I get some new stuff a'rollin' like James Brolin.

LOOK AT YOU
by Casey O'Brien

I thought you would never get here, but there you stand tall. I know we both have things to do so I will keep this short and sweet.Look at you on that plate ready to throw sand on the fire that burns deep within my size 42-inch waist. Ok..ok..it's a size 46-inch waist but I only have guys like you to thank. Just look at you. Two rich slices of whole rye bread encasing a mountainous horde of corned-beef folded to perfection. Yes you are a sandwich. The type of sandwich that makes a grown man cry. The type of sandwich that warrants extra napkins when my careless beef gargling spreads to my shirt and my pants. Look at you. Someone had the gall to cut you in half and stab you with two toothpicks. Does that hurt buddy? Oh here you go. I'll just slide these out and ..yeah..feel better buddy? Hey! Beat it fries! You fried peons aren't fit to guard this corned-beef king! There you go buddy. Only room on this plate for a hearty sandwich. Yes you are a sandwich. The type of sandwich that makes it ok to laugh at my belt for its meager attempt to tame my ever-growing one-pack. The type of sandwich that creates 4 hours of "me time" the next day hugging the little boys room with the corner hardware store's best two jugs of maximum strength Drano substitute. You're the sandwich that keeps on sandwiching, and I thank you for that. I do have to admit that not everyone would enjoy a sandwich like you. Some say you would just end up clogging everything in my body, but my reply is any sandwich that requires a three box serving of Fibercon is worthy well beyond any troubles I may face. Look at you. Crusted edges of rye that properly decorates …wait what was that? Did you say something sandwich? Oh who am I kidding? A sandwich like you would never talk to me. I have to pay for your services, but $11.95 is a small price to pay for a day's worth of smiles. Well my gentle giant, lunchtime is about over and I'm afraid I'm going to have to enjoy you now. I am also sorry to say that I brought a brand new tin of Altoids to overpower your poison. You can't blame me my corned-beef king. It's the only way to get you off my mind.