You Not Hungry for Poem, You Hungry For HOT POCKET

[bluecrunchberry]

My Epic.

I'm singing a song that has no motivation
an epic tale with no sycopation
there's no hero's but there's also no villains
except me, me and most of all me

I'm here to express my thoughts in a kind of comedy
the Greek kind with humor that no one understands but me
The gods would be pleased i'm sure
as long as i preformed a sacrifice in turn

The time is ripe it's ready for the picking
it grew from a tree untouched by mortals, unflinching
i'm the first and i'll taste it's fruits
the labors are bitter but the product is sweet

If I could grab an axe or a sword
and fight dragons and win maidens I would
but instead i'll tell a tale someday
and hope that when it's done
the princess i have will
lay down with me
and...