They say
She says
He says
 
Some say “it“ but are do not mean well.
 
You say “whatever“
And call yourself a bread
A sandwich.
 
You joke, you giggle.
I make it real.
 
Taking things serious,
Taking things literal,
Is a talent of mine.
 
But the idea of identity
It is a story of yours
 
These pronouns
Fresh like bread
Wholesome like wheat
Savory like heat
They are just like you
 
When nothing works
When all feels wrong
Sandwich will put a smile on you
 
And you
Might give a sandwich
to sandwir
 
A sandwich
is sandwirs
 
It is meant to be
 
Sandwich
Sandwir
Sandwir
Sandwirs
And sandwichself
 
The mania of grain and wheats
Will never be gone