McDonald’s Apple Pie

Sweet like apple pie,

The third degree burn stare,

Drank the forbidden fruit,

To pop the cherry down there.

Sleeping on the sidewalk,

Not knowing your whereabouts.

You wonder what lies out there,

A straight line you can’t walk.

Thought about the good times,

When reality’s a slap on the wrist.

Time to the break the ice,

There is no inhibition.

The consent you can’t consider,

At the state of intoxication.

To do or not to do,

There simply is no try.

Sweet like apple pie,

A third degree burn stare,

Throwing up the pavement,

The giddiest of accidents.