“Ontology in the Cereal Aisle”
I stood before the Bran and Flakes,
Confronted by the Choice,
And above, a fluorescent buzz,
A small, Cartesian voice:
"I think," it whispered, "therefore I
Am capable of crunch,
Yet if I purchase Sugared Loops,
Who dictates what I lunch?"
The Determinists insist the grain
Was chosen long ago;
The bowl was set, the milk was poured
By forces I don’t know.
Free will just as clever a myth
To sell us Rolled-Up Oats;
We are but biological vessels
In tiny, floating boats.
I turned toward the Solipsist,
Who sat upon the shelf;
He said the Raisin Bran was real,
But only to himself.
The Nihilist beside the Cheerio
Sighed at the cardboard box:
"It matters not if it stays crisp,
Or turns to soggy shocks."
And so I bought the generic brand,
A compromise of sorts-
A fleeting patch of daily warmth
For cold, internal courts.
I poured out milk, and raised my spoon,
And watched the cosmic swill,
And wondered if the prize inside
Was saved, or damned to hell.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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enjoyed friend
Thanks friend.
most welcome
Thanks, my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
What a fun read my friend the allegories were well done and the rhyme added a sugar coating. I used to eat breakfast cereal but no longer now I feen upon only eggs, natural fresh bread, real butter, honey, jams and fruit with bacon and ham as well as fresh squeezed juice.
Nothing beats a real breakfast any day. 🙏🕊️
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Wow scintillating fantastic poem even though it was a bit difficult to know if it was just about cereal or what else. Cryptic indeed. Kudos!!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too
Oohhh, it's cornflakes for me! lol.
Special K? 😊🕊️🙏
Yes, but not Special KP. lol.
It's Porridge for me every time.
And as for Sorenbarret: It's all round his House for Tea. 🧂🍽️🥄
A good Write.
We have some in the pantry for the likelihood of a craving or a visitor with specific dietary needs. 🙏🕊️
Me and the Three Bears next door eat nothing else.
🐻🐻🐻👍
Rik, my friend, this is hilarious and ridiculously clever. You’ve taken the existential crisis and dropped it into the most mundane possible setting…and somehow the absurdity makes the philosophy hit even harder. Loved this. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Haha, glad it flew and landed as well! Thanks, Tittu🙏🏻🕊️
Mine is muesli Rik LOL
Andy
Yum! I usually have muesli with yoghurt and a bit of milk🙏🏻🕊️
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