By then I'd rather be dead
If lucky I'll end up in the trash
If not I'll end up what you're fed
I have no dreams to fulfill
And nothing there to put
If you think your life is empty
Try being a donut
I'm burned and boxed and bitten
Have no name not even a number
Yet despise not the ones
That are different above and under
They come in uniform
And dunk me in a boiling cup
If you think you've got it bad with cops
Try being a donut
But I have no bills to pay
And I never worked a single day
No one would care if I was gay
Even a king would welcomy my tray
I sit around all week
And don't even get fat
If you think you've got it good
Try being a donut