you want to pile your plate up high
pile your plate high with as much sustenance can fit
the man behind the grill says the plastic is extra
your whole life is expensive as fuck for the extravagance
but this is that grind and shine, that rise or die era
so choose your fate
sacrifice or die?
YOU ARE READING
urban fairytales
Poetryit's easier to believe magic doesn't exist so we don't feel guilty for being too stupid to see it (c) daisyology / kandutchie This poem book is completed.
