A Poem

My weekend was almost a complete waste so instead I'll write you a poem.

Grime I cannot stand the suffering I cannot stand the hate I cannot stand the long long lines for this grime that's on my plate The line I stand in spreads so long it never seems to stop as I approach the fabled door, my stomach is ready to drop.

I finaly get my harderned food I can't explain this feeling. The saliva flowing in my mouth, my tongue is nearly pealing. My teeth dig into sacred rice all sound begins fade I saw away at fossilized rolls like a rock under the spade

To my dismay I hear the bell it signals paradice's end. The plate half full, I throw it away Its thought I can't contend I walk again that fateful hall, hunger burning in my belly Maybe later when I get home I'll eat a peanut butter jelly. [ha]