Poem: Everythings about Food?

When I open my eyes on the Pillow I use

I am thinking about my fresh glass of juice

Then I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth

I go back again and fold up my Sheets.


In the kitchen

I am bitchin

making my fresh orange Juice, toast and eggs with the best veggs

I am Stuffed

For a while


At school I start to drool

and as I look like a fool

I walk into the kantine

and take the chilly fried beans


Some more hours to go and the evening comes so slow

A friends night out on the planning

Some beers and shots and some jamming


I find myself biting in a Burger

Until my next order


The whole day I was just eating

and repeating

until the next meeting

Just like tweeting

I probably still be eating

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