PERSONAL MENU

A gesture that didn�t mean
To pass as a surprise
Everything is set on the table
And you take as I�m doing it
Because you deserve to be a king


And you play around
With your imaginary crow
Asking for a kiss
Naming the food
Thinking I�m in the mood


As soon as I served your majesty
You sir spoke like a really young boy
You sir said
That�s a really green vegetable
You cooked, you cooked this?


Yes sir soda and everything
Aren�t you impressed?
I named it first and last
Start eating and swallowing
There is more in the casserole


Well
I did not made the soda
I just bought it man
I do take credit for that greenness
And I picked a fucking fork
And fucking knife
And fed you with leftovers


The dream about a happy life
Was all yours
Your definition of happiness
In witch I�m suppose
To cook and clean for you
Does not apply to me


Your dream
Is not my dream
I just cooked you a taste
My hand waving goodbye dish
I can name call meals too
And it works I may put it
In my personal menu.