Them Hamburgers

Pass the lettuce, pass tomatoes, should I pass some peace of mind, consume these burgers until the sun don't shine, my appetite awaited while my confidence is catered, surround my reletives debated to this deliciousness contemplated

Ahhh, Ahhh, should I transfer this peace of meat or should I pass a dish of nadda, these jitters than possessed mine, while the hand this meat that got it, urgent this matter miss time as my focus than missed prime, stuck between the balance of self- conscience and commune to these problems, pass this meat to another of hold tight while it gets soggy, run to the back its so hysterical how I couldn't pass one kind of meat, just so I could offer everyone some nutrients, so flaugelance to eat, how much elated focus of this emotion will I tendly have to beat, facade behind a soldier drowning in a mask that I never completely beat