
Kitchen CampaignI tried writing heavy,Kitchen Campaign
I tried writing light,
It seems that in the morning,
The heavy stuff bites.
I’m not feeling too deep,
Philosophical either,
It seems much too early,
To question the ether.
But breakfast is nice,
Breakfast is grand,
Until the stovetop,
Singes my hand.
Is everything difficult?
Can I eat in peace?
When does life become easy?
When comes the release?
The frustrations, failed machinations,
We toil in vain,
All life is damnation,
All life is pain.
Hatred, dishonor,
The loss of my toast,
It seems I’m the one,
Who hates me the most.
Damn you strawberry jam,
Damn you straight to hell,
Spilled over the counter,
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