Later on that evening when
   I thought I'd had enough
   I sat down in a restaurant and
   Over powdered drugs
   I ordered up some dew-soaked lettuce
   Picked by virgin hands
   Nestling on a bed of
   Pearl encrusted clams
   Well the waiter's name was Renee and
   He told me how his aunt
   Who had 47 children
   And how they'd always planned
   To grow the smallest vegetables in
   All the kingdom's land
   "They're poor," he said "but happy and
   Well that's what really counts"
   And every evening after
   Their 20 hour day
   They'd sleep content imagining
   That restaurant far away
   Where fat fucks in designer suits
   Would order over deals
   The smallest portions of these
   Tiny morsels for their meals