I'm not going to say your gut is endless,
because there is a bottom.
Sometimes you stomach is full,
or empty it depends on where I go.
A "picky eater" is a name,
I would never give you.
Between the snacks I buy and my notebooks,
you eat them all.
I think it's weird not having you,
Tag along everywhere I go.
When stuffed your seams pop and tear,
your dull fangs drop like flies
My brand new laptop of which you held,
Smashed on the floor.
That's when I knew I need another one,
A brand new bookbag.