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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