Dear Ketchup Sandwich,
you are stale. Left with only pits, a note, and my tears.
Congress SNAPS our backs, and scratches their own.
Oh Ketchup Sandwich,
you are all I have to eat. -Kilroy
Dear Kilroy,
Please Sir. No. I have Children to feed. Spare my soul!
Oh Ketchup Sandwich, you'll have to do. -Kilroy
Dear Ketchup Sandwich,
How long before we eat the rich, fat and slow,
in their high performance automobiles?
I'm in a soup line of the soul. I'm writing you to say,
bankers are at their tastiest, served in curry, medium rare.
Maybe I'll spare you after all, fatter game on the horizon. The
Best! - Kilroy
Dear Kilroy,
My children thank you sir! You are a kind soul!
Dear William,
how were your plums? I am oh so hungry, and you are
oh so rich. Could you spare a friend a dime?
I am hungry. I am Poor.
-Kilroy
Dear Kilroy,
NO
Dear William,
I'll pay you back in time, if I am ever so rich. I only ask you sir,
I live inside an embankment, really, an over sized drainage ditch.
It is ever so cold here, so cold it makes you itch. I went to college friend,
I can be gainfully employed.
-Kilroy
Dear Kilroy,
Get a job you bumb! May God Judge your soul! You deserve your punishment. You are garbage. I will not buy a drunk a drink!
Why dear William,
that is quite unkind. Why do you judge your brother, judge me so?
It is colder today in Chicago, than on Mars. Shall I walk the streets,
freeze to death in the icebox?
-Kilroy
...
My Dear William,
No response? God will Judge your soul as well, my friend.
-Kilroy
Dear Ketchup Sandwich,
Small correction, plum sauce is nice as well. -Kilroy
Dear Kilroy,
Oooh! That sounds delicious! A kind soul for sure!
Dear Ketchup Sandwich,
Stay strong friend, we're planting a garden.
Perhaps we can eat something besides Ketchup.
Perhaps.