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Teenage ..

Pages blowing leaves upturned
hunger unfed me, my stomach churned
Pepsin,trypsin all kinds if sins
waiting to get released in the din
Silent my room whirring fan whoozes
refrigerator behaves like scrooge
Hunger pangs hit and slapping me
in front the book is tapping me
Open me up read some text
it is the thing for your future best
Lanky operator taking refuge
under the rules,'sir we don't deliver'? bloody stoog
Dominos I called, Hut of Pizza refuse
opened fb my ultimate recluse
Logged on the Subway delicious site
i jump on screen to try catch a bite
the screen broke, now scared I am
my mom will smack me .... bam!bam!
It was a new lappy i bought
window 8 my sister had taught
to open it and how to run
she warned don't watch 'stuff', but have fun
Still hungry me my eyes dart south
idea springs and i open my mouth
Popcorn buttery there sitting raw
waiting for me to cook snack and thaw
Now lousy my butt who will go
and stand and wait....chalo..'rehne do'
i say to myself as i sit back and rest
legs stretched and calmly resting my back.

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