Pizza Truth Poem by George otto Becker

With all of your folks,
Your smiles and jokes.
The house so nice,
Your hunger was thrice,
You called my store and ordered a pizza so nice.
I answered the phone so quick and fast,
You wanted it free and I'm aghast.
You made me wait for your family to state,
The pizza you want for me to make.
I did my job and made my men work,
I paid him so sad cause I'm a jerk.
He did his job and drove to your house,
You gave him one dollar like a mouse.
All of your food is my cost.
As long as I get my bonus and those pizzas we lost.
In the end we really don't care,
As long as we get your cash so fair.
To get your pizza you pay and pay,
Money is all that matters at the end of the day.