Thy Food

Morning you just blush at eye clash You think about last day's bash Before another love hangover Obey what the feelings handover Do you think I can't cross over Yet I took after Oliver? Feast you on me for thy fortitude Or you won't, more in magnitude R.I.P, I dedicate to their dire attitude. Yearn for some more food Omitting what they feel is good Unmask covered festive mood Missed by you is only my past Yield all the present core and crust Belittle their acts of doom Announce your charming Prince to groom By denouncing rife acts of doom Erase wishes of occupying in us a room Light on me Act for me Speak for me Sleep for me!