Sometimes I think I'm a sandwich
in a basket
carried to a picnic
to watch a man hanged.

Sometimes I feel like,
yes, like a sandwich
carried to a picnic
to watch our county's shame.

Why do I
watch a hanging
when I could stop the hanging?

Well I guess
I'm a sandwich
and not a human
so I just watch and burn
in stomachs
(the digestive juices)

I'm a sandwich
and I'm burning
watching a hanging
and soaking in wine.