In my youth I was a little child
Small, red and insignificant
Basking in the sun
Growing larger 'til I was
ripped
from my family by someone named Juan
And placed with many
other orphans in a bag
shut in the dark
crying softly, drying out
Yeah, we huddled for
warmth when it was cold
And when we were finally
set free from our prison
We were mangled,
crushed and ground
And now you're drinking me
My only solace is
that your addiction
is making
you need to go to
the privvy often,
very often....