Breakfast Burrito
Mom said, "behave."
I lied, "I will."
I had some good fun,
but can't recall it all.
I remember two circles,
And some aluminium canisters.
A small glass tilted back,
Hit me hard like a mother fucker
Woke up on a van floor,
Tried to recall it all
I can't. It's great.
I ate a breakfast burrito.
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