I'm so stuffed
and it's not even the day
of thanks
and I'm so full
that I wanna cry.
You just keep cramming it
down my throat
I can't take it
not anymore
so bloated with problems
so engourged with decisions
peach or apple
live or die
and no menu to help
no place to sit and rest.
So I just sleep--
hoping I'll lose it by then.
Let it be my insanity...
or myself.