Ive always wanted to eat a real apple
but granny smith had a different agenda,
chemically basted for great taste, born in a haste,
copy and pasted, for the low pay enjoyment
but yo, the hormones in my poultry, foil me, mentally and physically, I'm altered by a self decomposing
lab rat, injected to satisfy and lie to me on the fly
if i throw a fit like a tight waist, its probably cause i had some chips and dip that went through my body like tics in wood chips.
