Irrational
If I could turn into mashed potatoes faster.
31 miles and my feet don’t hurt.
There is no detour.
If you run for 31 miles.
There is no detour that doesn’t need to eat.
And my feet don’t hurt, sputter, and gurgle.
Even after being turned into foot chowder.
I took off my shoes.
Going underground in the sewer is nice as her famous ribs.
But ruins shoes and there was no reason to run so far.
Clunk.
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