The Hungry Howie’s moves out
The Little Caesar’s moves in
I’m stuck where I’ve always been
The Little Caesar’s moves out
The Hungry Howie’s moves in
I’m convinced there’s a sinister plot, don’t ask me why, my Columbo Senses are tingling
Hungry Howie’s moves out bumping into Little Caesar’s as it’s just a little too eager to move in
I point and shout and jump up and down while pointing and shouting and jumping up and down
Hungry Howie’s and Little Caesar’s start swapping in and out of the strip mall location at warp speed
Empires rise and fall but it’s fine
Hungry Howie’s occasionally thinks it’s Little Caesar’s and Little Caesar’s occasionally thinks it’s Hungry Howie’s but it’s fine
I point and shout and jump up and down but it’s fine
Something breaks
A Domino’s has spontaneously manifested, displacing the Hungry Howie’s and Little Caesar’s
I point/shout/jump-up-and-down
There’s a swirl of ghostly Hungry Howie’s and Little Caesar’s crashing into and battling with each other in the heavily potholed, soiled diaper strewn parking lot
The Domino’s abides for 10,000 years
All traces of all physical structures crumble to dust, blow away on the wind
The ghostly Domino’s endures, a memory with no need of any mind to remember it
My mind is long gone
Only my point/shout/jump-up-and-down endures
