"AN EMPTY BOX OF PIZZA"

Why do I feel like
An empty box of pizza?
Where are my slices?
Did someone take them from me?
Or was I just too careless?

Why can't I just be
A big box full of pizzas,
Full of good slices,
That I can keep for a while,
'Til it's good enough to share.

I don't want to be
An empty box of pizza
I want my slices.
Oh pizzas, please wake me up!
Help me think outside the box!

Author's Note:

Frankly, this is probably the most non-sensical poem I have ever made. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

I wrote this poem after eating pizzas, then realizing that I feel like my mind is not ready for to do anything for the day. Like the box of pizzas that went empty after I ate the remaining slices, I felt so empty that day, even after an appetite of pizzas. Hahahahaha. =)

I needed to get my mind somewhere farther, to be full of ideas and energy. Hahahahaha. :D

Maybe this poem is not so deep or anything too philosophical, but it is still special to me, in a sense that I will look back into this poem whenever I feel empty. Hahahahaha. :P

Have a nice day to all, and I am hoping you will be a huge box full of pizzas! ^_^