As the music stops
And the lights come on
We finish our drinks
And stumble to the door
But the nights not done
There is a craving I have
for the king of foods
The donner kebab
Chili sauce and all the salad
place on an unknown meat
That\'s not fit for consumption
All neatly place in a pitta bread
I await this culinary sensation
With abated breath
The is no cure I know
It\'s an addiction I have
For This freak of creation
known as the 2am kebab