It leans towards the right,
Full of its fleshy burden:
Milk and raw meat.
Twisting out of our grasp,
Past the cereal aisle
Out into the parking lot
And on into the night.
Full of its fleshy burden:
Milk and raw meat.
Twisting out of our grasp,
Past the cereal aisle
Out into the parking lot
And on into the night.