Screw-Ups- IV: Haraami by Stale Ham

Disclaimer: Eddie Vedder is deeply attached to this song, and I respect his emotions. This poem is not written to mock Jeremy or his tragic end.

At work, peeling stickers,
Off every box, sits in the shop,
Selling yellow buns, Charms and Ganesh Bidi,
The bread lay, in pools of green below,
The Baddie didn't give attention O,
To the fact that the expiry date
Was last January, the dickhead sold those goods now,
Haraami sells his old stuff today.

Shirley was a member, picked stuff for her boy,
Beamed at saving a little buck,
But she unleashed the poison,
Stained his teeth and got a swelling in his chest
When he ate nuggets.
His school had a surprise test,
His gut was burning,
Eyes were swollen,
Just dropped away,
Dropped like an injured bird.

Laddie didn't give attention,
To the fact the stuff smelled stale,
Poor Kennedy, the brightest, ruined his year now,
Haraami sells his old stuff today.

Fry the tid-bits,
Fry to clean things,
From the bad food.

Haraami sells his old stuff today.