Wednesday, February 11, 2015

My Hunger and their Fullness

I cry as I eat a week old sandwich out of the garbage.
All smelly and green, like that nasty dirty puppet from Sesame Street called Oscar The Grouch.
Hopefully it's acid-free.
I hate this life,
I hate everything about it.

And then when I ask people
"Spare change?"
They just keep moving forward like a bullet train
And the ones that don't, just argue that imma use it for drugs
But I'm not, imma use it for food
I ain't like those druggies,
I actually want the money for food.
I wish I could eat like a king every night,
I think I even rather eat like a criminal in jail,
at least they have 3 square meals a day.

I can't even afford the 1 dolla menu at McDonalds
I'm the poorest of the poor
I just want to eat
Then I hate it when people say "I'm starving" cause they don't even know what starving is
Cause I do, every single damn day
And most of my friends who are just like me say" I hate when people leave food on their plate"
And trust me I probably would too
But when those people do leave the food, that means they'll throw it out
And that means a little light dinner for me.

I ran away, I ran away from that witch that I use to call my mother,
when I was just a kid
and I was not like the others.
I had to get brain surgery when I was 3,
that's how stupid was,
and honestly I don't think it worked.
I was slower, slower than a snail,
at least they they can add two plus two.
I can't even add one plus one.
That witch said that I'm worthless and that I was a mistake, but I'm not a mistake.
I'm a saint from the peak of Mount Everest.
I am a blessing, not a burden. I've forbidden myself from that place.

I'm cold, colder than a eskimo down there in Antarctica
I want to be warm like a hula dancer dancing in the suns rays
I want to feel warmth, just once, but I won't until the damn summer. which seems like a light year away.

And I'm still hungry, I've never even had that special feeling that most people do.
When they can't eat any more food because they're too stuffed from all the food they just ate.
That feeling is my dream, a dream that will sadly never happen for a guy like me,
 but it would be glory for a guy like me.

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