Death By Cheerios
The honey-nut variety
From half a dozen of its ilk.
Just bone dry without any milk,
No almond, soy or coconut.
I honestly can’t say the words.
I’m eating it like raisin turds.
There goes one flying by my face,
I tried to toss it, missed a space.
I’ll never find it on the rug,
These bastards do me like a drug!
And 6 months later, petrified,
I’ll find it laying where it died.
It tried committing suicide,
With other brothers mummified.
It’s really gross, I’ll relocate
Just ‘cause of something that I ate.
I’ll catch my death because I froze
In my car eating Cheerios!
photo/art manip credit: Amelie Twist
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