"But The Bird"

Serving tray chest you sit your peas on, you'll get back to carrots you plan to eat after more casualties. Didn't mean to leave the kale you failed to seek again. The clean green truth will never touch a single tooth because you're just in it for the blood, For the awful smell of plastic packaged pride. Repulsive impulsive decisions at a convenient price, we put a dollar and an axe to the neck of life. Lethargic sighs and excuses compliments crimson juices that leak from chopped limbs. What such a forgiving tongue, to know its wrong and still consume a lung.