Someone poisoned these olives
The flavour is different to what I remember
My grandpa made them extra salty
These olives are bitter
Perhaps they are some kind of vintage
Special acquired taste
Winner of the bests
Rare artisan blend
Weeks in salt from mountain tops
Brewed with rainbow drops
Fuck these olives
I want my grandpa back
The wrinkles, the bald head
He was something else
Rare artisan blend
Kind and wise and extra salty
He died when he was faulty
I’ll never taste his olives again
This memory is pain
