Child’s face is covered
With a woolen beanie hat
Hidden from cold eyes
Child’s face is covered
With a woolen beanie hat
Hidden from cold eyes
Delicious spike pit
Use the chainsaw to cut food
Portable lunch food
I got golden snuck
Terrific posture isn’t free
Give me lemonade
Silver nostalgia
Cleanses the palettes softly
A future of mirth
The mind fixates fast
Stuck on words like telephony
Thinking bout airguns
Must imagine clay
Then the thought dynamite wins
Leading to new shit
Smite the spice lordling
Slice into spicey chunks yo
Fetch all the giblets
Terrific sound board
Made from the finest card board
Will you live in space?
Spy ghost explosion
Tracing particles through space
Magnetic murmurs
We can all collide
Wrapped up in tinfoil and left
Baking in an oven
A curious quest
To be a baked potato
Ends in melty face
Free cold tequila
Three fold frozen ale in ya
Frosty ethanol