This is way too good a post

I wanna bean the minority

Do you have the time

To listen to me dine

On lots of beans and nothing else

I am was of those those

Sad malnorish fools

Now better off on beans no doubt about it

Sometimes beans give myself the shits

Sometimes my farts creep up on me

It all keeps adding up

I think I ate enough

My bowls have been destroyed

Uh huh ya ya

Dear mother can you hear me cooking?

It’s been 3 bean salad since I have left your home

This poverty has got me eating

Delicious beans now that I’m out and on my own

And eating beans alone

Pay attention to the split peas

They taste good with rhizomes

I boil it up and it tastes nice

I wanna feed you soup

That I made inside my home

Welcome to beans and rice

Don’t wanna be an American bean dip

Duh-nuh-nuh-nah Bah-nuh-nuh-nah-nah

Bean dip

Chomp inside myself

My own best friend

My most trusted enemy

I farted

And departed

Never telling anyone that it was me

I must insist on being

A bean enthusiast

A burrito leading to a gassy behind

Refrying

Soaking and drying

I’ve perfected the science of the beaniot

Slow witted

But committed

To a bean lifestyle

Even if it’s deviant

I walk these empty streets

On the boulevard of broken beans

Don’t wanna bean an American Idiot!

Nice beans finish fast

I’m getting lots of gas

I’m eating beans and shidding my behind

Rich and flavorful

I’m filling up my bowl

Beans and I are eternally entwined

Pressure cooker bakes my beans

And smelling me is disease

I’m so fucking stinky

People cry

Every bean my have it’s truth

But every bean’s in you

Never knew you were such a smelly guy

OHHHH Nice beans finish fast

Cause fiber helps you pass

So you don’t have to shid your ass

For as much time

Farting on command

Making people smell your hand

Your losing most of your friend’s trust

Smelling how you please

Bite the hand with beans

You’re gonna eat some beans

And that is rad

The bassline for Longview but you say Bean for each note. Hard to do in text.

Here we go again

Infatuation with my beans

That I’ve just made can’t end

Oh but then again

If you can’t smell much more than beans

Then that’s exactly when I’m cooking

I toss and turn all night thinking

About bean perfection

Only to realize that

It’s not different at all

So I throw my past bean-stakes

And contemplate my future

That’s when I say

'What the hey?"

I’ll eat beans forever

Me and beans together run away yeah

Far away

(First 5 greenday albums slap hard, Dookie is their 3rd, btw)

Itt: it’s early summer and mild mania might be striking me as it’s won’t to do.

DAH DAH DAH

I’m the son of fabaceae

The beanis of suburbia, the legume of none of the above on a steady diet of:

DAH DAH DAH

Nitrates and urea and

compost and manure and all the nitrogen and the co2 that is in the atmospheeere

and there’s nothing wrong with me

this is how I’m supposed to beeeeaaaaaaaaaan

in a land of cereal grains that don’t believe in beanis