Brain tube

Picked up the garbage bag
The pig intestines fall on the floor
Scoop them into the cereal box
They can be the marshmallows
You're a cleaner person for having done it
But you're still more tainted
Than a painted patty at McDonald's
There's still the straw in your head
Every day you go to work
They stand bonerified behind you
And suck suck suck
Now there's nothing left
But they still insist to suck the gas filled air
From an empty hole that was once overflowing
All you are now is a cross dressing narcoleptic cow