From the strangest of roots

Did you hear how Joan Ass Policewoman wrote To Be Lonely?

It’d been a good day at work – productive, but not overly. Lunch was good, but it hadn’t filled all corners of her stomach. Time to go home, but too much time before dinner. Will I do it, yes I will, I’ma heading for the vending machine downstairs in the lobby. So many choices. So many damned choices. Twisties, salt and vinegar chips. A cookie. Chocolate bar. What the – mint Aero?! Nod of the head. This is the one, that I will try. And of course the song flowed from there, and ended up being quite unrecognisable from its snack-based roots.