Whence this takeout is I think I know.
To me those doors are now closed though;
No one will see me stopping here
To watch John Jay pile up with snow.
My growling stomach must think it queer
How once food magically appeared
Yet now my swipes are null and void
And bring me no pleasure this year.
My heart is broken and destroyed
While Prezbo’s swells with schadenfreude.
I think of years past and I weep
For deep-fried snacks I once enjoyed.
JJ’s was crowded, dank, and deep,
And I have swipes I plan to reap,
But Roti Roll to buy before I sleep,
But Roti Roll to buy before I sleep.