It’s 1120pm, I got a buzz, & I got the munchies, what do I do?

If I eat anything now, I will do the acid thing tonight,

Maybe I do something but make it really light,

Then no reflux, and no lack of sleep,

Won’t have to when I have to get up, fight…

But what to eat, that’s light,

Maybe some cereal with skim, that’s light,

Or some rice, but only a small portion,

Or I could go all out and not eat a thing,

Or I could steal money some kind of extortion,

Then spend it on myself, and, of my stomach, have an abortion…

Okay the thought of going to bed has entered my brain,

Let the few synapses I have left fire, come on baby, come on,

There you go, those that I have are running,

Not unlike a fine tuned racing engine,

Are popping off just an only two or three can truly do…

Time to go to bed; writing this little diddy tired me enough to sleep,

Got past the desire to eat, oh maybe not, Popcorn?

Going to bed…

*Two hours later*, after popcorn, Peanut butter & Jam sandwhiches,

Some candy, an assortment of pretzels & chips,

Oh god and don’t forget the soda, gotta wash it down somehow, 

Man, I think my pants are gonna rip,

I hope the bed holds me tonight,

If not I will be back writin’ real soon,

Writin’ by the light of the yellowish dirty old moon…

                        © poppy-writtED ~ 7/6/04