Taco's are a dime a dozen
You smell like Taco Hell
As unappetizing and unpleasant
As the words you wish to sell
The stink of old grease
From yesterdays old hand wrap
You old of today
Is selling like crap
Be off with you now
The fresh doesn't swell
For lost in yesterday
You time you can tell
Pick up your head today
And your own words as well