Dois
Seja a vida
ou os negócios
existem dois modos de vivê-los:
1 - Como pessoa prática
que Só enxerga um pássaro
se o tiver numa gaiola
ou a comê-lo frito
e
2 - como se fosse artista sensível,
cujas tintas dizem ao pintor
que tal vermelho ou rosa
estão certos
na composição
de um quadro
que você quer fazer
mais e mais.
Snickers, Snickers
Milky Way
Butterfingers
Frito-Lay
Hostess Cupcakes
Almond Joy
Hershey Kisses
O, Boy!
Tootsie Rolls
Twinkies too
Pizza, French Fries
I love you
We're sucking on
our lollipops
on our way
to the Ice Cream Shoppe
Oreos with chocolate chips
Potato sticks with onion dip
Drip the cheese all over those fries
Three scoops of ice cream and apple pie
Frito-lay corn chips beside a guacamole-filled bowl
Don't forget those Boston-creme doughnut...holes
And how about all the candies and the chocolate cake
Something's got to give you a slight stomach ache
These are merely appetizers, of course
Now it's time for the game, to eat like a horse
First comes the turkey, with stuffing and butttered yams
Along with sides of potato fritters and honey-glazed ham
Throw in a few sirloin steaks with sauteed onions, hot off the grill
A Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut'll give your taste buds a thrill
Now -- how foolish of me! -- I've forgotten the drinks
Left them in a cooler under the kitchen sink ...
So let's down a few maragaritas and some imported red wine
Y'all leave some room for beer chasers --- in a mug or a stein
Yes, fans, it's under two months till Super Bowl Sunday
Better start dieting now, so you'll still fit in your undies!
Duas Maneiras
A vida
E os negócios
Existem dois modos de vivê-los:
1 - Como pessoa prática
que Só enxerga um pássaro
se o tiver numa gaiola
ou a comê-lo frito
e
2 - como se fosse artista sensível,
cujas tintas dizem ao pintor
que tal vermelho ou rosa
estão certos
na composição de um quadro.
Você sempre pode escolher!
Lookin Down the Highway
Staring at the bay and chewing on Frito Lay
I'm failing I'm failing
I wish I was sailing
Get away from me
Whenever you talk, it's telling me where to aim at
I swear sometimes I want to hit you with a bat
Screw you, I already know I'm fat
Screw life, it's a waste of time,
Fo all y'all depressed, it's the right time
This isn't supposed to be a good rhyme
Don't feel bad at me, look at you
You smell like poo, all you do is scare and say boo
Get away from me, you know I'm not skeet
Choices, choices
Potato, tomato
Taquito, burrito
Frito, nacho
What a person to do?
I think I have one each night
until I no longer have choices
then I stop eating?
Heck, no
start over
Avocado, mango...
Women frustrate me, like Frito bags
dipped in engine grease; quite unsolvable.
But I love them regardless, queens or hags;
life without them would be improbable,
with their constant nags and lovable chaffs,
their love for jeans that cost more than my car.
They are good for company, smiles and laughs-
just make sure you pay for their drinks at the bar.
But I grow tired of the games that they play
Failures have led my patience to decay.
One took a jackhammer straight to my heart
The other chopped me up like liver tart
now I suppose I would prefer a man
they are much easier to understand.
Best part of football
Soggy chips cheese meat and grease
My intestines boil
By Robb A. Kopp
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