Sandwiches, I lack the dishes to cook, so, Bun, Mustard, Mayo, Ham, Cheese, Bun, on a plate. Here what I'm saying?
I ate a bunch of bananas, Then these cops rolled up, I swallowed a fuckton of cannabis, Rode off on my bike and threw up. Nobody can catch me; I'm too smart. Puke nugs in a bags stroll off... Into the dark; Start running quick. Realize I've forgotten the bike: What a dilemma I've caused. Especially now I'm hungry as fuck, I have another bunch of bananas at home, but, Is the bike worth my time? Or is it quicker to run?
Wagonwheels, they do appeal, My stomach reveals lessons. Six is my limit. I should not eat a seventh.
Another lover, to cuddle up with, that doesn't mind the pickle breath. Another 8 days of love, Before asparagus piss ruins a date, Before I eat a whole lemon cake, And a bag of Doritos, Or was it Frito Lay?
Peanut butter, outrageous amounts; Both on my plate, and in my mouth; Born of a craving, I now need a drink To wash all of it out, two coke cans, Dipping with mustard, pretzels and breadsticks: The best side dish for a sandwich peanut butter.