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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