the noodles
they call me
i hear their
tiny voices
their little
wormy egg and flour voices
calling
"we're sticking
to the pot"
"turn down the
heat and stir us"
but i won't
i'm a bastard
that way
the noodles
they call me
i hear their
tiny voices
their little
wormy egg and flour voices
calling
"we're sticking
to the pot"
"turn down the
heat and stir us"
but i won't
i'm a bastard
that way