|
Food, oh man do I ever need food Pain - I don't want it but maybe I need it So that I need love much more And food much more so And so it goes to the beat of my dance It seems so new age to say The more attractive you feel, the more attractive you are to others I sometimes question that Since I'm not attracted to those who think (nee, KNOW) that they're God's gift But now I ponder the cycle: My ego is badly bruised I binge on pizzas Cookies and mucho mocha Until I'm broke-a So here's some more inches here Some more there (I didn't even know that part could expand) My skin has also broken out And I wake up red and puffy eyed SInce I was up all night worried about my love handles (Which is a severe misnomer since I develop them when I don't experience love) And my body was still digesting that salsa So my hands were the only thing asleep Besides it's uncomfortable sleeping with crumbs in the bed And I didn't have time to shave or try to prevent a bad hair day Since breakfast seemed to understand And let's not forget the black and blue marks, scrapes and scratches Courtesy of falling down the stairs When my attention was diverted By the enticing smell of a barbeque So now I can say with authority I agree with the majority Since if I had felt more attractive to begin with, I wouldn't have this waist line, Complexion, red eyes, scruffy, scraped appearance which is inevitably leaving me less attractive to others (But then again I can always find solace in the grunge scene I do already have a mustard stain on my shirt) |
Commentary
At the time i wrote this i was reading a lot of my song lyrics at poetry readings. I used to enjoy seeing what kind of reaction the lyrics to songs got from people just on their own merits and that would help me with the music. |
|
|
| |
|
|
||
|
|
||
|
|
||