Avocado

Avocado
How does it grow
On a tree or on a bush
Or maybe in a lab
Hidden from the selfish man

An oracle of fat
The countenance of a deceived rat
The scientists
They observe its growing patterns
And harvest months

Does it really matter
It's a subjective taste
Like the sound of a violin

Violent avocados don't have any place in my mouth

Butter hands
Butter avocado



Credits
Writer(s): Nolan Kiser
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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