I don’t wanna be a sandwich, I wanna be a pizza.
I wanna be a giant pizza with everything on it.
Pineapple, sausage, pepperoni, bacon, olives, bell peppers, onions, loads of cheese.
In reality I can’t. I shouldn’t.
I should be a salad or a fruit with a glass of water.
My face is long because if I was a pizza I would be sick.
Life as a lactose intolerant is not fun my dear food friend.
So, I choose the latter knowing it is much better for me and doesn’t get me all down in glums of being sick.
What do you wanna be?