Disturbed by the fact that my head is in pain....
The sandwhich I made was quite insane...
Some toothpaste, mustard, and chicken made it complete...
The bun, A bagle, nothing competes...
I ate it in three bites, not one or two...
It tasted at first, a bit like my shoe...
The flavour rolled over my teeth and my tongue...
I felt like I was exploding, first my heart then my lung...
I tried to puke, it would not come back...
In my stomach it laid a big steaming stack...
It acted as some kind of hallucegen...
I saw a pizza, some mice, some men...
I looked around at this crazy place...
Wondering about the pimples on my face...
Was I alive? In a daze I wondered...
Or was it just a food poisoning blunder...
Ill wake up in the morning, hungry again...
I wonder, I wonder what I'll eat then...

Nice poem. Its a tiny bit of comedy too. Its great

nice one charlie

thanks you two!

Pretty cool!

Thanks Left!

lol...wth?

Was a real sandwich lmao!