Approached the plate as any other day
Except a choice was in my head
It said seize weird grapes, put in fingers
Drop in face and chomp the whole green heads

The day I tried olives
I doled a Thousand Island's paste
And laid it, strewn so thick

The day I pried the lid
I jangled from the sour brine
And let the odors mesh

Thinking
One more time, they're round - might chew "em
One more time, they're round - might take "em
One more time, they're round - might chew "em
One more time, they're round
The day I tried olives

Herbs you taste never seem
To live up to the ones inside salad
Enzymes we make never seem
To ever get us anywhere but fed

The day I tried olives
I swallowed minced up buds and crud with
All the other pits

Approached the plate as any other day you know
I should have stayed with bread
The day I pried the lid
I swallowed minced up buds and crud with
All the other pits
And I learned that I was a diner
Just like you