Take-out

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I’d rather have my pizza at home,
The full box open on my sheets,
Extra sauce, extra cheese,
Paper towels, for the extra grease,
Baggy sweats and baggy tee,
Hair tied up in a scrunchie.

I’d rather have my pizza at home,
Free to eat, and eat, and eat
The entire box, all for me,
Remote control in my hand,
To flick and switch, because I can,
Lights to dim for tired eyes,
Resting my mind from all outside.

I’d rather have my pizza at home,
Yes, I’ll have it to-go, please,
I’d rather have it behind closed doors,
Phone to scroll, TV on,
Nice and comfortable in my bed,

I’d wouldn’t want it any other way.

Another poem to read: At Night