Get into my lunch box and eat yourself

Welcome to my lunch box baby!

You’re right next to the grapes
You’re my sweet sensation- not a Mars bar

You’re a little bit melted coz of the sun earlier
I already licked you once
Licked your face

Me and my friends had a picnic, didn’t we?
And we took you out, and showed you the grass…
We got high, and bummed the trees

We bummed the floor
We bummed our own minds

We realised we weren’t real, so we bummed reality
We fingered God
We got ourselves into a reet tangle

Tomorrow we’re planning a space-trip
We’ll get on our tricycles and go to the moon
We’ll take marsh-mallows, and frog spawn and dice

We’ll take hammers to be constructive with
Hammers to be destructive with
Hammering skulls, shattering bones

We’ll party like it’s 1104 AD
We’ll eat mud and rocks
We’ll throw each other up
I’m going to climb back into my Dad

And if it’s fun, I’ll charge
£10 a go, we can all slide up his urethra
Into his testes like a human recycling plant

It’s what he would want.