SPeCiaL CoNTaiNeRS

We dug then a hole

In the shape of emptyness

So they painted our portrait

And it looked like paint

We wrote them a letter

And the meaning was words

So they baked us a dish

And it tasted like oven

We let them wait for a bit

And it felt like passing time

We had to sing them this song

And it sounded like a tune

And it all fits in this special shaped container

It can stand besides your laundry and your litter

But it can't be sold or given to an elder

Cause they're the type that cover the floor

With their shitty smelling innards

And I'd rather see your misbehaved sisters