Eating Mushrooms

 

EATING MUSHROOMS

I ate mushrooms in a peanut butter sandwich-

No one saw it coming because,

Take a look at my innocent face

It is pretty and blank, like a doll’s.

 

Green, red, green, GREEN

Colors making me nauseous.

Look at my face, I am really pretty-

Like one of those girls in a magazine.

I always wanted to look like them,

Then I grew up looking exactly like them-

So I ate mushrooms in a peanut butter sandwich.

 

Guys always loved me,

They believed my innocent face,

Crying because they hurt me, how could they?

I was fragile like a doll,

But secretly they were stunned-

This little doll caught them in a lie,

And her crying seemed so real.

 

Stupid boys-

They never caught me.

I cheated and I lied a lot,

And I ate mushrooms in a peanut butter sandwich

While they would laugh and say
Look how my doll loves her peanut butter sandwiches.

 

Green, red, green, GREEN

It is your fault for believing the innocent face:

I can only love someone who sees past it,

And my skin is green, can’t anyone see that?

CATCH ME IN MY LIES!!!

 

Lying to see if they catch me-

If they know who I am, they will catch me.

It is easy yelling at them, so I am bored,

Won’t someone shake things up and yell at me?

But how could anyone yell at this face,

I am so pretty and innocent like a doll-

Except something is off, my skin is GREEN!

 

I ate mushrooms in a peanut butter sandwich

Just to test you…

 

Green, red, green, GREEN,

I do drugs, I lie, I cheat, I steal,

And I have cheated on all of you,

But look at this face, this fragile doll is what you see

So you apologize to me!

 

Now it is just getting too easy

I am not entertained anymore,

So I ate mushrooms in a peanut butter sandwich-

The streets turned red, but then they are green,

It really is the prettiest hue, this GREEN!

It really is too bad no one else can see it,

You just see me dancing in the streets and laugh and say

Look how my doll loves dancing in the streets.

 

Blue, red, blue, BLUE

Sirens.

Trouble.

Finally someone catches my lies,

And I am in jail for eating mushrooms

In a peanut butter sandwich.

The End

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