SFC8 - Take Away (by Reid Stevens)

I've done my job and I've got my pay
Now comes that special time of day
I hear a voice inside me say
"It's time to get some take away"

Burgers, ice-cream, fries, a drink
No dirty dishes in the sink
The taste of heaven on a plastic spoon
A smiling face saying "come back soon"

No need for ovens, pots or pans
When there's home delivery pizza vans
All you need is a microwave
To reheat any pieces that you manage to save

I drive around late at night
Till up ahead is a welcome sight
Large as life and clear as day
It says "eat in or take away"

My bank account's the only thing that's thin
The back seat of my car looks like a rubbish bin
My cholesterol's at a record high
So there's no way I could ever deny

That take away is my favourite food
Neon lights really set the mood
The restaurants with the finest fare
Are the take aways that are everywhere

-- (Reid Stevens) -- Reid Stevens' Menu -----Return to "The Stick Trick" Index Page

Originally published in "Salvaged from Coreys" Volume 1 Issue 2