speechless

I am speechless
I am tired
I want to eat things made of sugar
I am anxious
I want Friday
I am ready for payday
I want marijuana
(the strong stuff
the zombie weed)
I want to sleep late
and have bacon and hash browns
for breakfast
I want a banjo that's not broken
I want someone
to pay my visa bill
I want to have
rough and rowdy sex
that lasts for days
with a girl from the country
who will teach me things
I want
I want
I want
to be someone else
I want
to be
what I really am