H1 ’n Then Some

My swiss bank account
is loaded with four dollars
and a million pounds of cheese.
In order to maintain this status
I’ve assembled a team to assist me
with an onslaught of robberies
at butcher shops across the state.
The plan is to steal stacks of ham
and earn that bacon the hard way.
After shit goes down we’ll meet
back at the safe house in Bothell,
and split the profits
of pea soup and sandwiches.
Once I’m rolling in all that bread;
I’ll buy a new door for my bashed truck
and so much bling
that mockingbird is sure to sing.
Wait and see,
I will be the new boss of these mean streets;
without any beef.
I’ve never been so hungry,
and soon enough my plate will be full.

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