He burned my bacon

He burned my bacon and my eggs were runny.

His meal made me sick and he still expected money.

When i wouldn't pay, he got pretty sore.

He shot me in the ass as I walked out the door.

I have a piece of advice for people and you better listen to what I say.

If you eat at this man's restaurant, you better make certain that you pay.

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This is a fictional poem

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