I'm sitting here in the library, not really working on the Paper From Hell, guarding the belongings of four other people who went out to grab some dinner. Why didn't I get anything to eat? Because I'm leaving for a tropical Spring Break in seven days, and I can't be my usual lardass self out there on the beach. When (if?) I make it home tonight, I will nuke a Lean Cuisine, which will hopefully get me through until tomorrow's tiny little packet of oatmeal. Point being, I'm all alone in the library, trying to think about the law, actually thinking about food....
(scattered law students stand up on their chairs and start pirouetting)
Sliced hot pastrami with bright golden mustard
topped off with sauerkraut, for dessert it's custard
or maybe some superhot fried chicken wings
Oh, if I only had my favorite things!
Cannolis and babka, and Rice Krispies treats
jerk chicken, prosciutto and other rich meats
just get me to dim sum, I'll eat everything
better yet, I'll meet the Papaya King!
(finger wagging backup singers descend on me)
But you can't eat
no more smoked meats
you want to look good
(stage rises from below me, the backup singers look up, jazz hands all around)
But if I had some of my favorite things
the prospect of working.....would.
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