Ode to a hangover, Part B, Revision 11, Clause 89c.

Tortilla chips are difficult to eat,
sometimes i miss.
But everytime, behind me is something I don’t care to look at.
You go to grab stuff, and you straight up wiff.
To the victor go the diamond chitlins.

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