Celery Sticks
trip hop, folk rock, piano, punk, soulLyrics
Celery sticks.
sell sell,
celery sticks…
the crisp crunch…
celery sticks…
peanut butter guts…
celery sticks…
sell her me stick…
she likey likey a prick…
“you’re so bad!”
nah, get it right, I’m a dick…
“your attitude makes me sick.”
I don’t give a rat’s ass, you know this…
“you’re a bumbling fool.”
at least I know how to enjoy what I live…
depression speaks!
“AHEM! that’s a mother truckin’ LIE!”
BEANS!
no, wait!
Awh Celery sticks!
I Done did it again!
I did it again!
spun into fallout, the radiation disintegrated the hope of any form of everlasting win,
we’re back in the farm, uhhh, see,
I’m at the counter, the managers head is about the bleed!
I’m too high off too strong uh weed,
I’m buggin, I can’t fall asleep,
I’m annoyed, it’s like twenty two eight teen,
and I’m, stuck in freakin’ Sweden, drowning in a river near Shit’s Creek…
As I, bless a man with love somewhere deep out in Germany…
Germ, Germany…
Germs in me…
A germ’s journey,
Germ worries,
germ sees medication!
germ sees a healing invasion!
germ was wrong!
germ was so mistaken!
silly germ!
silly germmmm!
yurrr!
word…
I’m such a dork!
by choice!
my body?
my noise!
that man?
My boy!
A, C, D, F, G, E,
I, L-U-V, a busy B!
He asked me,
how you write so Easley!?
I said,
I hit this gym, weekly!
daily, hourly!
Writing, it empowers me!
the results have cyberghosts partying!
Lardy Me!
party hardy!
Corona cracked but we love Bacardiiii…
they asked me if I’m
SORRY!
I’m never SORRY!
from me, you get no,
APOLOGIES!
When I look into a mirror, all I sees an anomaly, he…
dead inside my twisted mind again…
where’d my celery stick go?
Gone with the wind…
Celery sticks!
oh…
celery sticks…
peanut butter gone…
bland as frick…
my dang celery sticks…
lost the celery sticks…
now I’m cryin,
at twenty two twenty six…
why?
I lost…
my precious…
celery…sticks…