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A victim of ghetto demands.

Incredibly boredom has led my coworkers and me into a daily tradition of freestyle rap battling.  The results are rarely, if ever, pretty.

However, and I thank the Schultzes for this, the song Pusherman, by Curtis Mayfield, was thoroughly stuck in my head.  What resulted was something that not only impressed my boss but, according to her, may be included in some upcoming supermarket circular--if that happens, I'll be sure to scan and post it up here.

And now I present Deli Man, by yours truly:

I'm your slicer, I'm your stacker
I'm that fellow behind the counter
I'm your doctor, when in need
Want some ham, try some cheese
I hear you, I'm your friend
Slice it right, thick or thin
I'm your deli man
I'm your deli man

It’s so clean, our machine
Slices quick all cuisine
Lookin' good, for you all
Bowtie like ina’ dance hall
Tuna salad, fresh bread
Come on in and get well fed

--End Transmission--