The Ballad of Life

Poem about my life using lots of metaphors

Her voice is liquid gold; it is caramel
Caramel is delicious and I drink it for lunch
I can hear the caramel ooze down the side of the bowl
A bit of it falls on my hand
I can feel its golden swagger, and I look at it in awe
It falls on my tongue, and it tingles
The golden sensation seeps into my nose
Not even Jon Mayer in the White House can comprehend my love for caramel
Caramel is disgusting
Rejection is disgusting as well
Piece of Piss
The little midget is the big man on campus
Only you have the power to improve your life
The sweet chocolate bar of love is an apple high on a tree
The apple works against gravity, it seems; it climbs higher as I attempt a climb
Jon Mayer goes around insulting everyone he sees
The Bread Man can only sit and weep in the dough
The apple will fall someday, into his lap
The manipulative apple will feel defeat
I will pick the apple up and take a huge bite of watery goodness
Puedes ver mi palo grande?
The big stick tears through the opposition with ease
That mentality will be needed if the apple is to fall