junk

 you covered me in junk

and said it was a gift

the junk so very heavy

I felt my insides shift

junk was piled so high on me

to move would make it shake

so I lied and closed my eyes

and felt my own heart break

couldn't even see the junk

since I was underneath it

but still you kept on shoveling

in junky little pieces

I asked for you to stop

in fact I started screaming

because I felt the junk collapse

guess you were off or dreaming

of what I'll probably never know

I hoped for a solution

but you had no plan to save me

just your own delusion

I whispered from the bottom

won't you ever pull me out?

but of course you didn't hear me--

too much junk was in my mouth

you said it was for me

but I don't think that's true

because I never asked for junk--

the junk was all for you

you covered me in junk

then you said it was a gift

you covered me in junk

what an awful, rotten grift