Japanese pizza

Two guys stood, pizzalooking
quizzically.
I sat pointing, somewhat
physically.

Symbols. Squiggles
really.
What the hell
is the dealy?

No, dealy isn’t a word,
but I heard
That anything is
permissible

In art and bed
so instead
of trying too hard
I simply draw

another card.

Anyway, I ate.
And drank
a dark beer too.

Turns out pizza is
pizza.
No translation
needed.

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About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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