I am so sick of writing poems about love that I never keep
I want to write about things that I truly know, like Netflix, food, and sleep
I want to write about how great of a day it would be if I got to sleep until two
Then wake up to a plate full of good food
Like eggs, bacon, and an entire XL pepperoni pizza from Domino’s
Oh dang, I almost forget about the peanut butter and two boxes of Oreos
Then I'll just stay all cozy in my bed
And watch every episode of The Walking Dead
But it’s okay, I’ll also spend some time with good Friends
In fact, I’ll spend 10 whole seasons with them
Then tell you all the story of How I Met Your Mother
But first I’ll need to eat this Taco Bell brought home by my father
Goddamn, this five layer burrito is delicious!
Like forreal, what is this heavenly flavor in my mouth?
How do you do this Taco Bell, HOW DO YOU DO IT?
Sorry, I got a little distracted, but back to the poem
Actually, hold up, I just found a bag of Doritos
Cheesy and delicious
Oh, how this life would be so glorious
But instead I am forced to wake up and get out of bed
And keep these dreams inside of my head
As I go out into the cold world and speak to real human beings
When I could be lying in bed watching them on computer screens
Instead, I am living in a world where people tell me that I can’t eat Taco Bell for every meal
They say it’s unhealthy, as if I even care. I just like the way their burritos make me feel
I don’t really know where I am going with this poem...
Netflix is the best, the real world sucks, and nothing really rhymes with poem.