Rip

I made it like a cake
with directions on the 
back of the box
I went shopping but
all I wanted was socks
my needs are small
my greed is none
you can't steal my joy
I will not be denied fun
I was born to rip pages
drop mics on stages
write my pen empty
cry like a baby, when
milk runs dry, no lie
I lost everything
and still at the top 
of my craft
safe like floating
on top of a raft
my desire is so hot
if you stand too close
you'l need a skin graft
those who don't know
what to expect
stand back and watch
what I do next