They all fall down.

Sometimes i like to breathe Oscar Meyer wieners out my nose.
Don't judge. It's the best way to prepare
a delicious meal for a party.
Snot makes the best garnish for your wiener.

Partying is special. A time to celebrate living.
Or if it's an ACTUAL occasion for once.
like groundhog day.
OR the invention of the furry flavored ice pop.
made from real groundhogs.

But we indulge into a social atmosphere and jerk our hips
back and forth to the heavy bass waves
singing "dance dance dance" to your bones.
Your wiggly little BONES.

Then a mad dog tries to get your bones.
You be like naaah, fuck that. MY bones stay
with me. Then you proceed to try and steal someone elses
bones.

Bones make up you. And they make up me.
Disassemble and rearrange and you have
JENGA! and everything will fall to the ground
because the original factory structure has been
illegally hacked and torn from the packaging and
put together by a bunch of inbreed monkey fish
that have only 2 eyes.

pff. the words that come out of some peoples mouths!
Lay off the drink, brah.
Milk that bong a little less.
Sterilize your syringe first.
And remember, happy thoughts always.

even if your jenga blocks fall down.

Personally i woulda punched the interviewer in the face and fed him those blocks one by one till he started pooping them out as fast as he was ingesting them.  Making him a perpetual device.  That'll be a good Guinness book world record.