@Overdoneyanoveltropeyesplease
Here is my edgy poem about Lunch that I wrote for English class:
An annual point of the day,
A part universally savored.
Causes so much pain.
What a blessed favor,
It would be to be give,
A resounding quaver,
Of mercy for me to live;
A little resting for the soul,
A beg for one to forgive.
Poured from the mighty bowl,
Of your excess and your pity,
The human race in whole.
Oh, how insanely pretty
You must feel from this.
This is now your holy city.
