
Empty cupboard, open up!
You great deceiver, temptress of my gut.
Beneath your bare shelves lies a dusty cup
And now this vacant abyss has widened my rut.
I’ve been betrayed by your companions before
Pantries, paper bags, and freezers outside
But most of all our dear refrigerator.
For within her porcelain womb where food once lied,
I now see only fields of mold.
As the casserole clings to life
And the uncovered package of cheese once gold
Festers, MADDENS to an unholy color of strife
I reflect, “Oh spoiled terror! Let me consume thee and end this tragic suffering!”
But I am stayed when my wife enters and tells me a pizza is coming.
The feeling is all too real. Perfection!
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I know the feeling
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This is so nice!! I love that you have written poetry with food!! 🙂 🙂
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A true comic. Haha I believe we can all relate
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