this cup cake.

it rests in my right hand

its irradiated. flavor intesified.

fever inducing.

its true im quite cautious

but its so good i wanna feel it

im a king in the distance

a poor beat up close.

but i'll keep going on till i get some money.

farther away from you and im a king

this cup cake

it knows my feelings.

little cup cake

bit irradiated.

its on a misson

to make things obvious

quite so gorgeous

it keeps me going on

making me pretty

love that feeling.

this little being

filled with holes.

places for shit.

his irradiated lies

enhance this.

quite more often.

im losing my teeth.

im feeling great

irradiated cup cake knows what to do.

he offers more love to fill in the gaps

in my noble smile

everybody now is looking down on the sun

its another episode of human playing god

the irradiated cup cake protects me from that.

so what would you know

about how you feel

he says you dont

feel anything

so many faces from so many people

from far away your all kings

but up so close your on your knees

clearly this illusion exists.

because of a little pastry.

theyre calling you stupid

but it knows that your parents

your brother and sister.

are bigger whores now that your gone

this makes me happy

feels good inside

as i rot outside

from an irradiated cup cake.

soon the roof caves in and i realize

raditation isnt as good as i thought it would

being king isnt as grand as it should

everything in here is buried alive

dirt in both your eyes and im watching you cry.

it comes as no surprise

that i dont feel alright.

irradiated cup cake ruins life.

i suggest not eating them.