The poem ends with you and them dying
After you walk outside
The air tells you to stop
You then get lifted up from the air
To the air
You pull out your burger
You eat
Your burger
You get fat
You get sucked up to the top
In to the hole
Laughing at you
The boy at 711
Tugging on his mother
Laughs at you
As you get sucked
Into
The hole
You get to
Your Parents tree house
Tribes following you
Into the smallest room
There you sit
Staring at death
He looks funny
Eating
Your cheeseburger

Getting up
Walking out
You notice
All your friends
In tiny form
Stuck to his neck
Behind his ear
His baby
that he carries
Asks you out to lunch
Down on sunset

At lunch you talk about the next
Move
For the company
To help its
Friends
Financial
Suppliers
Insurance
Rate
To drop an estimated 12.4%
You pull out your gun
The song doesn’t seem to stop
You shoot
The baby
The owner starts to scream
The cops come
Swing you outside
give you a knuckle sandwich

your mom comes in
hits you on the head
tells you to wake up
the man over her shoulder
outside
through the window
is looking at you
eating that burger
you put on
your pants
and
go to school
youll keep on getting
your fingers chopped off
if you keep acting up

you get sent to the principles office
eating your cookie
and lemonade
the song comes in
your head
starts to shake
your arms wrapped around
the floor expanding
over
your face
you get dragged away
by your feet
drying your face
with desert dust
in the middle of the night
in the distance
you can hear
a mexican wedding
you miss your mom
you miss the color
of grass
outside
your
old window
on your face
the poem attempts
to stop
it cant stop
stop
the poem
stops