The Jelly on My Mind

[Brineman 1]

(in a beat-poet cadence)

 

The jelly on my mind,

like grapes on the brain,

crave creamy and crunchy concoctions,

to paint Pristine Portraits that delicately DANCE upon the white bread

THAT IS the sandwich of my BEING, SO YOU CAN CUT THE CRUST

AND BAG IT, JACK.