Burrito Man

Happy sad burrito man
Tries to do the best he can
Hides his feelings from his friends
Waits for all of it to end
Doesn’t know it never will
So he pops another pill

Happy sad burrito man
Runs his own burrito stand
Sells like crazy every day
Draws people from far away
Greets them all with happiness
As if he still enjoys this

Happy sad burrito man
Tries to work today but can’t
This day marks four years of gloom
After he entered his son’s room
And saw him laying on the bed
Pill bottle empty by his head

Happy sad burrito man
Makes his burritos by hand
Has one for lunch upon a hill
Topped it with fifty sleeping pills
Then he collapsed into the grass
And trapped himself within his past

Happy sad burrito man
Is now buried in the land
Cannot feel the pain he felt
Nor love the way the roses smelt
For when he fell onto the floor
The man he was became no more