Sitting on the bed with a can or two
Eating green beans in a freezing room
They're cold, look old, and squeak in your teeth
Unaffected by the salt or the seasoning
You could cook up some ramen or chicken soup
Macaroni and cheese or some old beef stew
You've got noodles, spagetti sauce, oatmeal too,
But that's not as fun as a can or two!
Besides you don't know your roommate well,
Even though you've talked you can't really tell,
There's nothing in common, so why even try?
It's better than living a too-cliche lie.
So stay in your room and eat out of cans,
Those yucky green beans (and you're still not a fan)
Corn, beans, and mustard
Mashed potato flakes
Stale Apple Jacks (it's a common mistake)
Pop Tarts galore and an apple or two,
That orange still waiting forever for you,
Hey, applesauce! And that canned beef stew,
(Maybe just get a small fridge for your room.)
Freedom comes first, then the hardships and then
Some fighting before your whole war you can win.
You'll get what you want if you're patient enough,
Eat out of cans and eat stale, yucky stuff,
Your freedom you've won! Your goals they are next,
Just wait for the courage to take its effect,
Eating out of cans is the next best thing,
It's how you know you left and you've taken wing.
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The Art of Confusion
PoetryDiana Miller is schizophrenic...or at least she thinks so. She has never been clinically diagnosed because her father believes that mental illness is demon possession, and she knows he would never take her to a psychiatrist. To cope with her inner c...
