July 19

Ill eat this bowl
of Honey Bunches of Oats
Eat it nice and slow
thank you Post
red plastic cups
some three bucks
party popper guns
another five bucks
dripping candle wax
for wishes that'll never happen
however there's ample to handle
in a sea of empty bags
its the reminder
another years past
another tick on the timer
before my soul is damned
wrinkled old balloons
letting helium into the room
near downed spittoon
full of fruit punch juice
and I'm off lookin' fresh to def
with some sexy new threads
when I pop a one-two step
I break girls necks

P.S. Jokes