  Half- Eaten Dinner I sit here with a half- eaten plate of food I don't mean to be rude but I wish you would move out of the country at least out of the state I sit here with my half-
eaten plate I wish I could say this was drug induced or caused by an autumn flu but this sickness is more than the grease of grilled cheese I'm falling apart on me and everyone gathers around to see the puzzle pieces put back in the box it seems everyone enjoys demolition more than construction everyone applauds the breakdown of this sad faced clown it's not the make- up anymore my tears, they run races down everyone's faces everyone openly sobs bitterly but in the guise of contentment they clothe their resentment in plaid patterned dresses of joy but then the night falls and its off with it all their sad disgusted souls refuse to weep they fight sorrow for sleep and it never gets deep on stomachs half- empty 
