Where´s the sauce?
Where´s the juice?
Empty bottles in my home it´s a nuisance
I look at myself there´s noone to accuse
Glass and plastic
Recycle now bare shelves fantastic
None left now the grocery obligation
No more snack cabinet temptation
Bottles full of air stained and stale
Where´s the sauce
The spice of course
What have they got on sale?
Or fill them up
The stomach is the ironic destination
Where heaven is digestion
Empty as my bottles are.
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