No radio playing
Just the sound of my thoughts
Reverberating in my ears,
My mental regurgitating events that
Were thought to have been digested & passed as waste
...because thats what they were...
A waste of time,
Tired of being force fed bull crap &
Being made to believe its a delectable meal
Tired of eating selfishness &
Being told its love
Well if this
I'd rather starve
Rather go hungry &
Die of malnutrition,
Skinny & weak
With a little pot belly
Seems as though
No matter where I go to get food
...food for the heart,
Food for the soul...
It always ends up spoiled &
The place it came from with a low grade
Places need to be closed for business
Until everything is up to par because
While I never received four star meals here,
I refuse to eat where there are none
Thats how I got so sick the last time
Eating that which gave me no sustenance or value,
I got food poisoning that has me out of commission to this very day
I keep trying to eat whats healthy for me
But cant find that which is
Ones swear it's got to be me
...playing the victim...
Well I'm not gonna say what I want to
But I got two fingers for you,
If you catch my drift
You know what that means &
You know what you can do
And just in case you don't
Damn some rocks,
With no shoes.
I'm over it
Over this supposed love that
Keeps poisoning my thoughts & heart
I got the antidote though
It's me...and me alone
You can have this plate...
I'm getting up from the table.