Saturday, August 8, 2009

Choice #5

Every night when i take off my clothes,
I realize
I should probably stop while i can,
before I double in size

and every morning I wake up,
I pour a little something into my cup.
I place a little something upon my plate

'cause how else can i fill this hole?
how else can I cope with hate
how else how else can I run away?
I need another slice, of CAKE.

2 comments:

Natalie Jane said...

this is Dr. Seuss. You're a good writer. Write more songs. Because I love those.

Emily Rigby said...

i'll try :) ha.