Please, if you will; pass me a peace of the crust.

That flakey part of the pie, that holds together the filling in all of us.

That dough that's kneaded to perfection by truly guiding hands.

Divide the peace, isn't the symbol split four ways anyway to symbolize equality?

Please pass me a peace of the crust,

I like mine with whip cream on top.

The peace of crust that lust spawns through sweaty sheets.

And in the morning we'll share a cigarette.

She's my rib, grab the ashtray then pass her the short.

She, brings me; peace.

Please pass me a peace of the crust Mr. President!

Louisiana residents can't get any severance; page Al Sharpton, somebody call the reverend!

Is legislation legitimate? Koreans taking over businesses! How da fuck can newscasters call native residents, looters, refugees and immigrants!

That's ridiculous!

Can I, get a peace; if you please

Peanut butter in cans, powdered milk, and big ol' blocks of gov'ment cheese!

(Nigga please, now you know that shit made the best grill cheese sandwiches, am I lyin?)

Now, I'm not trying to be greedy

But damnit I'm needy!

Cotton mouthed from inhaling the smoke of everything from bullshit to bad choices!

Please if you will; Pass

                                       Me

                                              A

                                                   Peace

                                                                      Of

                                                                           The

                                                                                    Crust

                                                                                                                                            PEACE

                                                                                    Positive Energy Always Conquers Evil

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