Yes I like a little sauce
On my day it's no secret
Not bitter but spicy
I take it mild
But with a little bite to it
To clear the impossibilities away
I'll have the entree of clouds
I try to explain it to the waiter
How I like it cooked
But he just stares at you
As if he'd never seen anything
As beautiful and hungry before
My dinner guest death
Just sitting there and smiling
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