Comfort Food

Sometimes I think I want to die. Sometimes I do choose life.

In death I can't eat French fries, so I choose life. Well, maybe there's a Chinese buffet in the afterlife.

Yes, food is what keeps me from feeling blue. Food does more than what humans can do.

Humans just take my energy and never reciprocate the love I give. Good thing I can eat a whole slab of ribs.

I'm kind to others and approach others with care. Is that not enough for anyone to care?

I wish the trees would cut off all of the oxygen. Then again, I can't leave behind buttered lobster yet. 

If I was to lose my life tonight, I wouldn't miss the unrequited love, the fake love, the no invites, or the loneliness that caused me strife.

Maybe people will finally appreciate me once I've transitioned into the afterlife. But damn I'm gonna miss my mama's sweet potato pies.

Each day I keep giving the Earth one more try. To be quite honest I'd rather live in the sky.

I wouldn't care if all these Earthly things met their demise, but I'll miss the smell of food upon sunrise.