Just look at the sand-you’re-in, creativity’s stuck, like your butt squished into a sandwich. Ouch...
Takes time to make rolls - ask a baker and a double chin, nods chin, lookin’ like agreeing again and again.
Life’s too easy, humans consume food that’s a bit too greasy.
Television’s Mission, turns on quite boring like a girlfriend watching Maury. She steps on the scale but can’t say sorry. Won’t tell her there’s no love in them handles, in denial like saying on a beach… sand won’t get in them sandals.
Humans slow as gravy - won’t move until stirred,
gossipers gossip with and without spoken word.