Golden rays of the glorious ham shine,
sending down such a tasty red light.
Now the dieters slowly retreat to the shadows, out of sight.
Veggie winds blow across the sandwich,
giving flight to the lettuce of prey…
In the distance, fat guys come Subway to eat me… day by day…
Only love is with us now, sandwich, warm and pure…
Find the food within ourselves, no need to procure.
When the ketchup's low, and bread is hot,
The fat guy waits to eat what rots!
Oh how pretty, all the eateries
This is healthcare's sacrifice!
When tomatoes bloom, with a brisky taste,
The athlete's health, ripped from his waist
When the sub is gone, we will not forget
THE RED SUB OVER PARADISE!

My sides, my fucken sides