ahh sleep deprivation.
I welcome you back.
Maybe if i owned a love sack,
i'd give it a little tap tap
and pass out in your loving
squishy, beany buns.
mmm. buns.
Buns buns buns,
the more buns, the more fun.
Bread buns, sad buns,
red buns, saggy buns?
buns that make your lower eye lid quiver.
buns that retaliate when you stare at them too long.
I sell a dozen buns a-day.
over at joe's bun shop.
yes, i own a chain of stores.
some filled with really smelly cheese,
others with creative gifts to give to your deceased
pets.
But word oh word,
what kind of shops are those?
HOW ABSURD.
ill spit and pout,
fill some bean curd in your mouth
ruffle you up, and squeeze you thin
turn the tables on you,
be wary of the people you talk to,
ill fight them in a lick
throw some moves that'll make you sick
turn your body into a mangled mess.
make you cry back to your mama's breast.
but it's all just a test.
for your rite of passage.
into an underworld of thoughts,
a dark sinister plot.
To teach you all that i was taught.
a mouthful of words,
so confusing and dry.
seemingly indifferent.
is the only way to get by.
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