text: A day in the life of a waiter/addict with delusions of grandeur
  Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
  Slander on wrap paper ties
  Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes
  Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please
  Ramble while slop scraper sighs
  Tossing in his bed at night hell dream until he dies
  Operations at the sink
  The Dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
  Feels it tilt and start to side
  Mask a pretty hoppers foot with squeeze cheese
  Dangle some grape apple pies
  Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies
  Your hands and feet are mangos
  Youre gonna be a genius anyway