I know what I like

I shovel spoonfuls of dirt

Into my mouth when it craves

Bitter earth to dry my cave

And keep it full for now

Sometimes specks of silver dust

A taste of gold we fail to see

It all comes out the same

I deconstruct it, then eat it up again

The hungry will call it derivative

I eat what I shit where I eat

And I like what I know that I like

And I‘ll die how you think I should die

There are plenty other foods

I just never cared to find them

Or to learn to search in pages

How to eat what they won‘t eat

And the dentist says no shovels

I forgot to floss the dirt

Still, she made me pay a fortune

Just to tell me I must change