Humans stored like dried burgers
I wonder if it’s a good business at all
Money not friends
Why you always bring that up?
Counting the days I’ll BBQ some
I won’t invite you because
I stored
The ketchup that belonged to you
It’s dry desert hell in my throat
I can´t sing your name
This friendship business
You know
Eating me alive
But why start with the left leg, pedicure manicure?
