A Weight Game

I am numb
From my teets
To my toes
So worried & young
No more treats
Till the whistle bell blows

Im a cant
Not a do
So nothing
But rant
Fits in this shoe
Full of bling

I've gone round
In this town
Made of two
Bones that I found
Wearing only a frown
Like Sam the Gazoo

Its too much weight
For me to hold
& the Franciscans I see
Is it just fate
Left in the cold
With Ginger the Bee?

Blown up like a balloon
Paints sad in my sleeves
& wettens my tears
Its almost past noon
When the buses all leave
& we drink gallons of beer