not ‘my’ cheetos truck, but at least you can get a feel for it
driving home from school
behind a giant truck load o’ cheetos
and i thought ‘oh, man..’
couldn’t help but daydream
about what would happen
if the back doors blew open
and my favorite flamin’ hot cheetos
and i had to take home a car load of bags
just to help clean up the mess
and it might make me very happy at the same time.
who wouldn’t consider this, i ask you?
“i was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.”