The Unfairness Of Angels

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 Dominos Pizzas
The foreign voice on the phone
You try patiently, to tell him your home
Screaming "I DON'T WANT CUCUMBER!"
Eventually he get's your telephone number
30-45 minutes of your life
Until you get your pizza slice

Double decadence, pepperoni passion, garlic herb dips
Squashed between your greasy fingertips
The cheese is as cheesy as ‘Right Said Fred'
No room for kissing after eating Garlic Bread
A mixture of Coke and Pepsi in the 1.5 litres
Washes away the taste of those Dominos Pizzas!



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