Ain’t nobody cool as me unless they’re known for being level headed. Long and green, crunchy and delicious. Sweet or sour, sometimes that bite can be vicious.

The ground around me is forgiving to a fall, but deadly without understanding. Near or far, people traverse on me for beauty or sport. Here beauty can turn to a swirl of chaos.

Stumps I make, The leftovers you take, I am man-made, Just a stick and a blade

Drinks in my name do not taste anything like me. You get my color by mixing red and blue. I am sometimes associated with wrath.

I have a theory... A conspiracy theory! In addition to tinfoil hats, we'll need a corkboard, push pins and plenty of this stuff. I've got BOXES full of Pepe!