Cookie For Lunch.

As I sit here in my class.
I watch a movie about the past.
Poems and artists,
With words so harsh.
As I sink deeper into this grey marsh.
I watch as some girl steals my cookie.
I then realize that my life is a lie...
My cookie, My cookie!
She has taken my cookie!
I now feel that I'm going to die.

You took my cookie.
You took my lunch.
I miss the sound.
Of it's delightful crunch!

I reach for my razor,
And head for my wrist.
Looking down I realize,
I can't do this!
I set down the razor,
And open a jar,
I take out a cookie.
But it is too hard!
What should I do?
This pain is too much.
And all cause I wanted
A cookie for lunch....