Lunch Time – An Original Poem
I fantasize with each
magnesium laced glint,
hinting allure
that terrorize
the butterflies
within my insides.
guarded by athletes
and cheerleaders
repel my awkward crime,
but her eyes meet mine
and I hide, caked in grime.
eating disease from the can?
I wish I were invisible
or had nice clothes,
money for lunch.
I am exposed.
