its high noon, i need a bite soon
i like to chew nice food with my white tooth
what we got today? pop up a box lunch
a thermos of soup with a biscuit to sop up
neatly oragnized bags of celery and carrot sticks
weilded in the hands of vegans like terrorists
left over fried chicken, the fat gelatinous
listen close hear the gas as it passes
some are more conservative, sandwich cheese and ham
leave a man with grease hands, not the steez of is-lam
or jews neither, the two feeders on lean corned beef
and if you cant chew it up you need more teeth
some eat fast food, they dont tote boxes
till their blubberneck expands and throat grows sloppy
inside the lunch box important to be well balanced
or inside your veins the fat runs rampant

lunch boxes are collectible, some with great value
so if you got a nice one lock it up, if they could theyd stab you
on the open market, ebay or otherwise
worth increases regualrly, each day a tougher buy
when i was a youngster i had an a-team unit, brother
lost it years ago and i may need to get another
it was replete with the hanger to hold in the thermos
it was dope but uncleaned the stench was the worstest
i rocked it daily, it often held bologna
so hold the phone, G, im prone to hold meat
in my hands but its greasy, so i rock a lunch box
cause their use is more old school then the buzzcocks
in the 1930s kids took their lunch in a pail
to carry food to eat to keep from getting frail
snacks, sandwiches, they can hold lots of stuff
and if its no good trade whats in your boxes of lunch