Post the Fifth

Hey, everybody. Today on Life of a Pastry, I discuss what it's like being second-best.

Park Bench

I offered you thirty bucks
to give me that quickie
on the park bench last night.

But you said you were really busy
and asked if you could do two clients at once
for a significant discount.
So I said "Fuck yeah, cheap handie!"
and took your offer.

I couldn't help but feel jealous
of the other guy on that bench,
since I seem to have gotten the short end of that stick.
But I take solace in the fact that,
based on the position we were sitting in,
I was your right-hand man.

--Pastry