Culture in my Jumbled Mind

Little worms sliding around

The fear factor is the challenge

But it's not worth the prize.

The mesmerizing prize get a lot of birds.

It keeps them on the ground with the worms below.

But the grand shining Sun waits for those who don't

And I will grab myself a bug

And slurp it down and I'll Sing.

I'll sing about the no worries I will (not) have for the rest of my days

It won't be easy,

But I will try to fight the hooks that come down

Whatever bait is on there is not worth the the sharp needle breaking my lips.

For that culture I will not take,

But the good meaty stakes is what I'll eat

And season blends is what I'll make.