I Want More Caviar - Poem by Randy Johnson
You beat the crap out of me just because I sold your car.
I sold it so that I could buy some caviar.
I lost all of my money and I can no longer afford caviar because I'm poor.
I just sold all of your clothes so that I can buy some more.
I wish you'd stop kicking my ass just because I sell your stuff.
It's hard to believe that a priest can be that rough.
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