Mint

Fresh sprigs Taste higher in mind Than your simple ways Of playing time I need a bite I take a mouthful I need a sin, I buy it cheap It's looking grim, or rather doubtful That I might coalesce this heap Of many flavors brought together I put too many in the bowl I'm just a stew of salt and heather The meat of some uncultured foal I need fresh sprigs, I pick them They light my eyes to glint Fresh little sprigs of mint Dead sprigs to shed I take too much and spit it out Ain't this a party, pigs in shit No pig I ever knew was ever filled with doubt Must need to reconfigure it This is my house, I make the rules I bought the ingredients and the stove I made enough to fill the whole damn swimming pool I tossed my snorkel and I dove My belly is full My face is hot But you can't have what I got My thoughts drift More in the pot To be drunk or even shot I'll make a name for myself I'll make a mint and take it all I'll make a name for myself I'll make a name