4 hours before i have to go to work,
Maybe i can call in sick,
But then that puts the pressure on others,
I can’t be a disruption.
Mehhhhhhgg. Bleeeeeh.
Get some sleep. Get some sleep.
Instead i am writing
To you, person
Who is probably just scrolling
Past this, wondering
How he got here
To this bland nightmare.
Poetic equivalent
Of a dim cracker,
Unsalted on the counter.
I like crackers. Never into sweets,
But crackers.
The salt. Especially,
The ones shaped like fish
With the cheese powder.
Probably terrible for you.
Maybe they discovered
That they’re worse than
Crack-heroin, but
Big-Cracker suppresses all
That stand in their way
Of selling cartons of dead,
Dried cheese to kids
Like Little Stewie Hagerman.
Don’t buy them now
That i’m adult.
Okay, maybe
Once in a while
When i’m feeling down.
Janice said they were bad,
Empty calories.
Do i deserve anything better?
Janice thought so,
Or maybe that was just her way
Of controlling things.
Oh well. Crackers,
Crackers,
Crackers...
Little Stewie Hagerman.
I legit googled this cause I really don't know what/who this is. lol this book on scribblehub is the first website on the list xD