A.H. Browning

My Emergency Bowl


My emergency bowl
Is staring back at me, accusingly
The last bastion of hope, (to have cereal)
Just rolled its eyes at me…  (metaphorically)

Just wash the dishes
That’s all I have to do
Then it won’t come to this…
This twisted, guilt ridden relationship

I love my emergency bowl
Always there, always waiting
To disapprovingly save my butt, once again
To take pleasure in condemning me…

I am not a sloth…  I’ve been very busy
CAN I PLEASE JUST HAVE SOME CEREAL???
Don’t look at me that way…  I’ll do the dishes tomorrow
Boy, I’m never going to hear the end of this

 

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