Brand new sneeze guards
Get as sick as you want when you dine here
Won’t you wash your hands?
Come and join me?
Would you fancy a glass of ipecac and vermouth?
Sour stomachs make the best palette cleansers
Sour stomach stew
Fresh produce and puke shooters one ounce or one and one half
Wretch and fuck! Wheel and —whoa!
We’ll slug and slosh with chins dripping
What can you do with stew in a shoe?
I’d put on my boots and get laced
I’ll light a candle placed atop a dilapidated mantle
Fresh produce and puke shooters one ounce or one and one half
Wretched fuck! Wheel and —whoa!
We’ll slug and slosh with chins dripping
What can you do when you wear no shoes?
You put on some boots and get laced
I’ll light a candle placed atop a dilapidated mantle
Join me
Eat me
Be me
With my hotdog and your buns we’ll consume each other’s by-products
I’ve tasted your tears and sweat and they both could use a pinch of salt
I have sampled your spit and it could use a touch of stock
With my hotdog and your buns we’ll consume each other’s by-products
I’ve tasted your tears and swallowed
Now let the feast commence
Passing out pamphlets promoting my passion
we’ll hump thumper-style ‘til we’re both in traction
If not I will hunt other rabbits that seek action
Prey on them in a cartoon like fashion
Farting is such sweet sorrow
We’ll be parting ways tomorrow
We’ll say grace with full mouths then regurgitate this bounty
Buffets of insurmountable excess
Be thankful for you don’t ingest