It turns out that it's not a song, but a spoken-word piece. 'Wik' puts her cigarette to her lips for a moment before beginning the poem with a brazen tone of voice, a smirking grin pulling at her lips.
"No sprouted wheat and soya shoots And Brussels in a cake, Carrot straw and spinach raw, Today, I need a steak."
And never before had the word 'steak' been spoken with such relish.
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Date: 2009-04-28 04:53 am (UTC)From:It turns out that it's not a song, but a spoken-word piece. 'Wik' puts her cigarette to her lips for a moment before beginning the poem with a brazen tone of voice, a smirking grin pulling at her lips.
"No sprouted wheat and soya shoots
And Brussels in a cake,
Carrot straw and spinach raw,
Today, I need a steak."
And never before had the word 'steak' been spoken with such relish.