Kickstart the Chaos

I opened up

the fridge last night,

Something green was out of sight.

A little cube, just one inch wide,

I thought, “I’ll save it!” — what a ride!

It looked so small,

it looked so tame,

I ate the thing — now who’s to blame?

I thought I’d won the food-rescue game,

But now my stomach screams my name!

Something’s rumbling deep inside!

There’s a thunderstorm I cannot hide!

My stomach’s screaming, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” Oh,

Lord Almighty… HERE IT COMES!

DON’T! EAT!

THAT! CHEESE!

Unless you wanna beg your stomach,

please!

DON’T! EAT!

THAT! CHEESE! Get that funky little fungus off your knees!

I’M A ROCK ‘N’ ROLL WARRIOR,

BUT MY GUT’S A WAR ZONE!

I WANTED A SNACK,

NOW I’M RUNNING BACK HOME!

DON’T EAT THAT CHEESE!

DON’T EAT THAT CHEESE! (WAAAAAAAHHHHH!)

It’s half past midnight,

cold outside, I’m on a desperate midnight ride.

No limousine, no VIP,

Just me and my emergency!

I see a café — salvation’s near!

My stomach’s playing drums of fear!

I run like lightning through the night,

This cheese has ruined my appetite!

I thought that food should never go to waste…

I thought that mold was just a little taste… But now I

know,

and now I see,

Self-love means taking care of ME!

I AM WORTH MORE THAN A ROTTEN SNACK!

I’M TAKING MY HEALTH AND MY POWER BACK!

DON’T! EAT! THAT! CHEESE!

I’M DOWN ON MY KNEES — BUT I WON’T BE DEFEATED!

DON’T! EAT! THAT! CHEESE!

MY STOMACH’S A DRUM KIT AND THE BEAT IS UNREPEATED!

I’M A QUEEN! I’M A FIGHTER!

I’M A ROCK ‘N’ ROLL MACHINE!

I’M NEVER GONNA EAT ANOTHER QUESTIONABLE CUISINE!

CHEESE! CHEESE! GO AWAY!

NOT IN MY STOMACH TODAY!

CHEESE! CHEESE! REST IN PEACE!

I’M THE QUEEN OF SELF-RELEASE!

“…Should’ve just made a sandwich.” “I AM WORTH MORE THAN A ROTTEN

SNACK!”