the food

i have a friend,

i just find him so funny

he says,

while i eat,

i don't watch

i don't read

i don't even speak

if i do, I'll forget the food!

it's just a condition, you know

i dance with no music

i hug the trees

and you, i read

this is the only way i might hear a tune

have them pat me back

and you to me, speak

i know,

this story is of old

and you've heard it on repeat

don't get me wrong! 

your ways are curious to me indeed.

it's just that your phone won't stop bothering me,

it keeps saying

that it doesn't like paying rent

to the toilet!

we're not friends no more