Esther Veitch - ​guac lyrics

the paper bag in which you store your avocadoes— it helps ripen them, you said— now a feeding ground for mold the shiny stickers (grown in california!) peeling from the black, alligator-like skin the meat rotten and screaming the seeds shriveled as though in disgust these days i eat my pita chips with hummus i can't walk into chipotle, let alone pay extra for guac