Hamburgerphobia

They called it number Round 10 to 8. Picked up a book, I walked away. Sat in the park And slowly ate. I can get a book on the modern myth, My ugly clusters these human grooves. And deepening furred greens, They affect my brain. But not much is in there, But no concern. Don't think they care about it, The state of your status or how many days You're off in this pit. I lay, The mildew soaked me through the sky letting know I wasn't the only one Who felt this way. Hamburgophobia. Hamburgophobia. Hamburgophobia. My love won't turn to me, you don't deserve Be deserving me. You're just a waste of space. And yeah, it's harsh, But if that is things said. She kicked me out the car To hear the traffic in my brain. And it rains and it pours all over and Over again. Now for the loves, On thousand ninety-five days. I separate, I separate, I separate, I separate, I separate into the minute miniscule Gaps of time space. Now put back together all My memoirs from the grave. Vanished forever, Our love was just a few mistakes. Hamburgophobia. Hamburgophobia. Hamburgophobia