I chew on the steak as I eat dinner.
The meat that tastes so good I could eat two pounds of it.
I chew on the vegtables our guests provide us.
They taste so **** good that I could have two pounds more of food.
I am eating a hardy dinner, but for those who can't eat a hardy
dinner what do they think? Do they think that those who eat hardy food are spoiled? Or do they think they have been eaten by those who
have the hardy dinners?

that come from the supermarket. And honey
isn’t used for tea anymore. Same as the whip
cream you buy at the store. When you’re a ****
star on a very low budget you got to be

inventive. Your phone is your camera. There is
no director. Anywhere you plant your ***
your stage is there. Whatever they donate to PayPal
is your income. You’re still selling your books

very slowly. Last month you sold four of them
only. And you think you did this because of
the recognition you got for taking all your
clothes off. This almost breaks your spirit. But you

do what you must because you know it’s all
part of the game. Plenty of artist’s have gone
insane because of the fickleness of this profession,
that strips more than what’s on the outside –
more than what buttons, zippers and ties.

Some people in the world are leons

stealthy, cool, fast

Some people are pocos

Not very sporty, good at music and nice

and there are some people

who are brawlstars haters

they don't deserve to be mentioned

Everyone, strive to be a poco or leon

I mean all of you kids out there

eat ur vegtables

drink MILK!

And you will become a poco/leon

Sunk and missing

On an alcoholics mission

To get dry and stay oot the sky

For the time being, just being

To see tomorrow, and the day after that

And the one after that as well

One more day on earth is one less in hell

Swap pints of straight ***** for a kettle

Heavy metal for Elvis

Long walks in the park

Instead of the pub shaking my pelvis

Here's to eating vegtables, and being boring

Pausing the tele

And looking out the window when its snowing

What a mission.

Thou clock hath reached its twelfth hour and my belly rumbles as if to waketh an angry beast from its slumber

To tame this beast, it seemeth only right that I must consume to cease such devilish pangs of hunger that keepeth the trembles quiver

I telleth mine self, fear not rampant beast, there is a solution to this troublesome problem... we must make haste to thine fridge for there are treasures both man and woman desire....food

Oh curses ! I forgot to doth thine shop for food yesterday, let us hopeth there is  a snack in thine treasure chest

I open thine chest and covereth mine eyes from its blazing light that fills the room , I adjust mine eyes and to no surprise, the chest is exsufflicate, oh curses ! , oh curses ! I scream

I search each shelf of the chest, seeing nothing but milk and some vegtables, unfortunately that wilt not suffice this ever raging beast

Is all hope lost ? Must I attempt survival of thine night with this beast which wilt not alloweth me slumber ?

I dart mine eyes into the cold abyss ; the freezer .... my last hope....

With a yell that would scare the gods , I shouteth , Hoo-rah !, Hoo-rah ! it seemeth I hath Oreo  flavoured Ice Cream that has remained untouched of human hands

I check this valuable piece of treasure, it is full and the fragments of Oreo glisten like the stars that brighten the heavens

The beast wilt cease its rage , for this day lady luck has bestowed her blessings on me...

Note to thyself : On the morrow , thine quest for food will begin...