Sgt. Salt’s Broken Heart Pub Band

The first pizza place in town
was run by an oriental girl
and her husband.

My cousin Joe would buy a mug of beer,
we’d sit there eating pizza
and listening to the jukebox.

Today, there’s a big, tall fence
in front of the place
to hide the junked cars,

because it’s become part of
Ranafou’s junkyard,
owned by Freddie, the asshole son---

Ranafou senior must be dead by now.
Let’s assume so.
This is an ad for Rosie’s Mexican Pizza.