Avoid your school lunches,
Not a singular crumb,
They can turn you crazy,
Stick to ******* your thumb,

Sloppy monster pizza,
Will eat you while alive,
Greasy fat saturates,
Stick to salad and chives,

I feel there are few times where I can just lie,
Lie under a large tree with no other purpose
A million things to do yet, I am doing none
Carrying a mind with no thoughts, not one.
With leaves acting as net catching the sun
Slowly rising up, knowing that time is done.

Absent of thought,
I wait for the meal
that we know too well.
I know the noodles
will seem undone,
the flavor will remind
of times past where I knew
nothing better than easy food,
but I brought it anyways.
I don't want a photo
of my childhood,
I just want lunch.

It's time for lunch
And I want food
Something with a punch
Something really good...

I ordered a burrito
With delicious pulled pork
Its a little big though
I might need a fork...

I'm ready to eat
This incredible dish
I go and take a seat
And fulfill my wish

Bite after bite, heaven reaches my lips
As every taste bud meets an angel
This wonder perched upon my fingertips
Takes me beyond to an untold fable

Delicate mixtures of cheese and cream
Succulent pieces of tender meat
Miraculous flavor beyond that of a dream
On a tortilla of silken soft wheat

There is only one word left to say
As the tasty story comes to a close
Returning from this indulgent fey
Feeling like a remarkable rose

Incredible...

My friends would spend our lunch hours snorting salt
But none of their sight turned into cobalt
So all is well
Everyone likes to point and yell
Over trivial matters
But we know to stay away from drugs
Make sure you take your shoes off before stepping on the rug
I don't want leaves and mud
All over my floor
What, you thought I wasn't going to be any more
Than I was?
Very funny, I could of fooled myself too

People Gossiping
Food fights
People crammed and scattered
Yelling and screaming
Chewing and chawing
Lunch

Now of New Age, I am a fan,
I communed with my healing man,
I relaxed, breathed, because I can,
Yes! I communed with my soul's shaman,
He appeared, by my psychic side,
At last, I met my inner guide,
But, you see, it was lunchtime,
Hunger pains panged inside,
Who is this messenger guide?
I asked, yearning deep, besides,
Yes! I did commune with my inner shaman,
Unfortunately, his name is Manga!
Let's do lunch,
End of hunch!