LazIness

• Jordan Dutton, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

I see brown like dirt on the ground
When I’m at home I see red like my couch
It taste like nothing
With a dash of salt
I smell like every food that I eat
And dead bodies of slaves
It looks like a single room with a bed and TV
When I sleep it looks like an eternal night
I hear the TV
While popcorns popping in the microwave
It feels like blood flowing slowly
With a pinch of energy going through my body