Words from an Insomniac still trying to find her way

I get my revenge in this Cafeteria world

World seems dizzy

hazy and unstable

Stomach is empty

being comforted by a full bladder

Headache coming

still in the background

Throat is tight and dry

hurling isn’t fun

It’s not that I’m starving

this poor body of mine

Blame it on the inconsiderate

The selfish who push for the front of the line

May they choke on the truth

on their ugly image in the mirror

And after they dry up and prune

there will be enough for the rest of human kind

I laugh even through the dizzy spells

laugh at their pathetic excuses

Laugh because I win in the end

as they get scolded for their abuses


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