He skipped the tray. He skipped the line. Said cafeteria food, looked rough this time. He jingled his change, With a confident grin. Then the vending machine, started pulling him in. Cookies in the left hand, cupcakes in the right. He said I’ve got lunch handled, and everything’s all right. Just desserts, that’s all he got. Chocolate bars and lemon drops. He had a plan, but plans can hurt. When lunch turns into just desserts. Just desserts sweet as can be, A sugar rush catastrophe. He paid the price, he learned the words. Sometimes you get your just deserts. He bought the cookies. He bought the cake. A pocket full of candy, more than he could take. He reached for a sandwich, but the coins were gone. He blew all his money from mowing the lawn. Pudding on his trousers, pie crumbs on his shirt. He said maybe next time I’ll eat something first. Just desserts, that’s all he got. Chocolate bars and lemon drops. He had a plan, but plans can hurt. When lunch turns into just desserts. Just desserts, sweet as can be. A sugar rush catastrophe He paid the price. He learned the words. Sometimes you get your just deserts But when the bell rang, he was dragging his feet. Just desserts, that’s all he got. Chocolate bars and lemon drops. A little too full, and a little too sweet. He had a plan. but plans can hurt. When lunch turns into just desserts. Just desserts, sweet as can be. A sugar rush catastrophe. Just desserts. Just desserts. Sometimes you get your just deserts.
