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"dinner frum a box"
by theusedpoet (2005-02-01.02) |
she's sitting there. soft music. playing softly. eating another dinner outta a box.
a giant glass of water covered in lil oranges.
she wonders if they're happy.
wonders why these plastic food making people put peas in lasagna.
outside the world surrounds her. the noise frum the tv downstairs threatens at her door.
but it's no more scary than her thoughts.
she wonders if her life is just a fool's lullabye.
she moves all the peas into the corner of the box. sticks her tongue out at them.
there. she can control that much.
thinks a bit and then puts the peas in her mouth.
at least she's doing sumthing good for herself.
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