The Grind

Hating that crushed pepper

Cracked pepper, ground pepper

Burning my thumb

Burning a memory of a child

With rules to live by

Follow them, break them

Suffer the consequences

Feel the pain

Eat that black pepper

Sprinkled on your food

On your hand

Speak no evil and nothing will ever happen to you

With the bar of soap in your mouth

At the swine bar

Hogging the bar, hogging the pepper

Barring all convention

Barring all pain

And all that jazz

That sprinkles and sizzles and burns

And cries out for more spice in the sunlight

Under the shiny mess that crinkles your potatoes

Cries out for more pepper

And disciplines the frivolity

Do what is right and leave the spice to everybody else

Crunch those crackers and notes and numbers

That bends and pushes the pepper

Hot stuff, hot rush on Rush Street

Cry like a baby

Drink the pepper sauce

Crying for a new destination, new wooden ruler

Wooden spoon making the rules

Cracking the whip

Cracking the pepper

As we all crack up.