As I sit in front of cashier
Where we will get our washing machine
I'm getting cold as the time goes by
I have the heat of this pizza in my thighs
The flavor of the pizza, I can smell it
It makes my thirsty mouth crave
As I stop my saliva under my tounge
Pizza is my favorite,it makes me warm
While we're waiting for the staff
Here I am writing poem about my life
My sister then finally approach someone
Someone's holding a rolling cart
