Pleasurous Pizza Pies

I'm really in a deep dark dung palace

But pleasurous pizza pies keep me estatic 

Calling while clamorous, looking for some glamorous glazed green pepper

Should I get some heifer? Cause these perilous pepperonis are feeling lonesome

Cumbersome cheese climbing in my mouth and making me feel wholesome. 

I might just be doomed, this homunculous human ham might put me in my tomb

That terrible mood from earlier suddenly starts to improve

All of this I just consumed, put it into words so that you might be moved



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