I’d wear a knife onto a plane.
I’d throw sand on my bed sheets
And somehow not complain.
I’d under cook my chicken.
I’d wear heavy leg weights
When the ice was too thin.
I’d give you all my chocolate.
I’d consort with libertarians
and live with all the hate.
I’d do all these things for you
And you’d marvel at my devotion
And all the drugs that I must do.