An ode to fast food,
Oh how I loathe you,
Your hot french fries,
And complaining customers,
That I wish to smack,
Their oh so very fat ***.
The managers are ******,
They need to be relocated to a mental hospital.
One is a furious druggie, with hair that is not so pretty,
And the other is a fat cat, who pretends to be a girl, when he clearly is not at all that,
Oh food that is fast, how thou will not last anymore in my life,
I bid adieu to you, and the burgers,
How'll not miss the times I've cried from working with some miserable *******,
Goodbye for now,
The times were not fun,
How I'll never miss running off to work,
Because I have always hated you.

How those blue eyes sparkle, like diamonds full of sapphire.
And I cannot imagine the beauty of that big heart of yours.
When mine is so black and ***** and full of soot, but you got one made out of pure flowers, blossoming in the spring time, and those veins are rooted into a body, ready to fulfill good deeds with short notice. But I'm a little bit of an ungrateful ***** at times and you deal with me. And I don't know why, or for what good reason. But you do it without asking, or requiring of me. I'm given a gift, and sometimes I can abuse it. And that's bad and I'm not sure how much you'll put up with till you finally leave like every other person I know. I use constantly, like a impaired druggie, and I know not how to stop. But your the doctor to my disease. If only you could really cure me. And I'm a shooting up, and drinking to much, wondering if you care far too much.

I'm tired and stressed,
And such a God awful mess,
Why can't it be summer now,
No one is happy or pleasant,
And life isn't going so swell,
I miss the sun, and real love, and an actual hope for tomorrow.
I'm lost and confused and don't know what to do,
Wishing it could always be us two,
But life is not a ton of not so much fun,
And I got ton of stuff I don't want to do at all,
So how is it,
That I'm stuck.
In the muck.
And I haven't had any luck,
With life lately.
Something better happen to make me a little bit happy.

I like to think I got an angel with wings wrapped about me like a scarf.
It looks like a he, with bushy black hair and cold sapphire eyes,
He has a dark soul, but a good heart,
And he loves me,
Deeply cause I'm God's child, I'm property of God's
He's not gonna let anything hurt me,
And he's fun and shy. Sorta spunky. He has long lacy black wings, and arms as strong as oceans waves.
He's invisible of course though, but that's why I'm still alive, I got an angel watching out for me.

I got a song in my heart,
But no one one will let me sing,
It's aching to be broken up to be heard,
A charming melody,
But I got all this **** homework.
And it's too cold outside to fly,
The weather is dead.
And my insides are slowly dying,
Not worth another try to sing,
I'll put down my instrument and try another day

I try to cut, through the skin, as if it's my last effort to free my own soul from it's own pain,
The skeletal bones and tissue intertwined, wanting to break free, from such limited physicality's
Rather to feel real pain, then this goopy stuff they call emotions,
I'm entangled in a war of not my choosing,
A world, I was not made for,
And I walk aware of this,
Every, single day i'm breathing hard and the cold air ***** all the warmth from my own blood,
And I feel nothing, but darkness, ******* out my soul,
The life I once wanted,
A fairytale forgotten while I'm living this horrid nightmare,
Full of language and knowledge I could care less about,
When all I wanna do is run in fields, and soak up the ocean with my heart,
And never return to a desk if it's the last thing I do,
Freedom from driving and technology,
A phone always beeping,
Just me, myself and I,
And a God that I could see with all the stuff out of the way

I'm too tired to sleep.
Tomorrow can wait,
I wanna be up,
Wide awake,
Dreaming of again touching you,
For math books take to the back seat,
And lately I can care less about whether I should wash my hair,
Cause baby I got you to make me clean,
Take my heart and make a real man out of me,
Sure I sound a lil loopy,
But kissing you is like inhaling a drug,
I get high at the sight of your fine eyes,
Looking at me with hunger,
Oh ***, let me cook for ya food that will feed you forever,
Cause our youth at lasting,
We got time passing,
So why waste it sleeping