...and counting...

12/26/2002

 
Half-Eaten Dinner
from 8/29/'02

I sit here with a half-eaten plate of food
I don't mean to be rude
but I wish you would move
out of the country
at least out of the state
I sit here with my half-eaten plate
I wish I could say this was drug induced
or caused by an autumn flu
but this sickness is more
than the grease of grilled cheese
I'm falling apart on me
and everyone gathers around to see
the puzzle pieces put back in the box
it seems everyone enjoys demolition
more than construction
everyone applauds the breakdown
of this sad faced clown
it's not the make-up anymore

my tears,they run races
down everyone's faces
everyone openly sobs bitterly
but in the guise of contentment
they clothe their resentment
in plaid patterned dresses of joy
but then the night falls
and its off with it all
their sad disgusted souls
refuse to weep
they fight sorrow for sleep
and it never gets deep
on stomachs half-empty