Papa John’s

If pizza were good deeds, I’d qualify as a saint. Virtue being what is is, however, I pretty much suck. 

But, there’s still pizza.

I’m contemplating virtue while waiting for my order. Sometimes it means doing good things, other times, not doing bad things. Or, at least not effing things up beyond all recognition.

Sigh. Maybe pizza can help…

Pepperoni – for kindness.
Sausage – for patience.
Crust – for courage.
Sauce – for wisdom.
Cheese – for humor.

Diet Pepsi – for trying again next time, maybe?

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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