I exist simply because I can't take the pressure. It's too much, man. I just gotta erupt and let off some steam, but if I don't, then things are just quiet. TOO quiet.... I want to live, not just be named and sometimes timed, if I'm consistent enough! And even though I don't spit fire, people don't take me seriously and they get way too close. Darwin Award winners.

Will you, please, stop that! Please, stop that! I should've gotten a dog.... Should've gotten a dog.

Quick to serve, a culinary sprint, often wrapped in paper with a side of guilt. It thrives in golden arches and crowns, tempting in its convenience, yet fleeting like a fast-paced race.

A cup, a man, a can. One of them can never be tan. Another is dumped in a pan. The last is used by people who prefer camping instead of catering to the rhyming expectations of others. Melt them all down and their dissimilarities flee, because they're all made of me.

One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, we're gonna do this around the clock tonight.