remember me?

Busyness sounds more like a self-engrossed action than reality. so i'm not telling you what i've been upto.

instead i'm going to tell you a poem i wrote yesterday in the library, very randomly.

The People in my Stomach.

When they asked to be eaten,
I didn't think twice.
I was hungry, you see
& they tasted nice (with a pinch of spice).

In the beginning they were humble,
Though i fed them a lot
But now they demand twice as much
Who would have thought?

Yesterday at dinner,
My mom made some stew
And though i loathed it
i ate enough for two.

Then one fine day i thought,
'This is enough,
I'm being bullied around,
I gotta act tough.'

So i thought the whole day
& devised a plan
to kill them with an atom bomb
'KABLAMM!!!'

So i waited for the right time
& pushed with all my might
till the biggest fart i've ever had
I HELD IN tight!

They died in an instant-
they had it their way
i knew they were dead,
'cuz i pooped them out the next day.

Sometimes i miss them,
but they were trying their luck
they got too far & they knew it
Those poor people in my stomach.



PS: that was for you willie:)