misery for breakfast in the middle of a spoonful nonabrasive tactics in order to gain never a loss only a win I swallow the misery take it all in   And for lunch just the same all hidden in this growing shame Ride highly on the moment when the taste is bland gritty version of this desert sand called misery It speaks to me as I consume it say's 'kelly your the world, my doom' and yet I continue with each bite blinded by its sultry sight its my misery I am full   Now if it wasn't for the break between the fall of the moon setting of the sun filling thoughts of its versatile delicious, overbearing appetite it has above all things I'd have to purge oh but as of late at dinner, when it pulls full force at me filling a plate of saddening vittles mmmm... taste and sense its suffocating abilities it has on me   sad to say its, OK   when I dine on its fine fruits engorged in this misery such a sorry state for anyone to relate yet so filling   Kelly C. O'Donnell ©2000