The Thing I Love
You make me go round and round,
I love the way you make me sound
Hissing, grumping, all that comes out
Whenever I find you in huge amount
Aah! says my mouth when I look at you,
With the lust and pleasure that fails to say adieu
You are the cloud of fancies that rises above,
When my brains get completely shoved off
I keep growling, I keep laughing
Without any horse sense I keep reckoning
For thy love I have for you is unbelievable,
Because without you I go miserable
So believe me, I can do anything to have you in lump
As without the sight of you all the seismograph jumps
I control myself sleeping talking with all the syllable missing
But yet can't halt my tummy from hallucinating
Yes it's the one I am uttering about,
All the food that keeps shutting my account
But whatever it is however it is
It keeps my senses on ground
Pasta,macaroni,chicken steak, spaghetti
I look at them and go all fidgety
At times my heart suffers a serious agony
Because I know without food my life's a tragedy
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