"Perfect" said the critics
"Awful" says the boy
"It tastes like diarrhea, oh how I hate bok choy"
But something 'bout his eyes make everything okay,
Even if his food choices make me start to decay
"I love you" I reply to him
But how I hate his mind
For Kraft is for the maniacs,
And I'm a mastermind
I've tried to make his mac gourmet
But he just eats his ranch,
So when he asks me for his nuggets,
I say "I love you" back
Posted in response to the challenge Picky.
It's not all the grownups,
But it's too many.
Nothing is how it should be.
The world is heating.
The government collapsing.
Yet we,
We are only overreacting.
Today I've walked around school in a haze
I don't know what to do
How to feel
I don't understand
How he won again
I don't think I want to understand
I miss Halloween
Not because it changed
But I did
I miss going with my parents and my brother
And stuffing my face with candy
I miss meticulously planning out a costume
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