Everything and anything.
When nothing will fit anymore
and then you top it off with the special sauce.
Whether you like it or not
Life is nothing short of the works.
It throws everything at you
and all you can do is eat it.
Not everyone will grin and bear it.
Most will grump at the things they don’t like.
When that happens you can sympathize and then move on.
Or continue eating your own way through the works.
I am lying in bed
I need to shower
No, I may not sleep in the shower.
Wait, is my stomach grumbling?
Unless there is a fire
I’m not moving.
Now my bladder is pressuring me!
Too bad my room is on the first floor.
Number one is there are no rules.
Number two is break number one anyways.
After that, enjoy the chaos that life inspires.
Onions are layered.
So are cakes.
Most people like cake.
The stinky breath from onions does bother some people.
What about parfaits?
Everybody LOVES Parfaits!
What you’re an onion?
Okay,
whatever floats your boat I suppose.
Like sight no sound found
would break my world apart.
I want to know who is near me
even if I can not see them.
The mystery of how Mom knew
would no longer be a mystery.
Hearing someone’s voice is precious.
I want to love them and the words mean more when heard.
Too tired to eat breakfast.
It’s already noon.
The murmuring in my sleep
The anger I felt so clearly
The desire to never see my ex again
Never talk to him, never see him
My anger at his behaviour in the dream
Mirroring the behaviour I used to see
Knowing he hasn’t changed.
Realizing I’m still so angry at him
For what he turned me into.
A quivering, anxious, angry woman responsible for the mess he left on his children.
The birds are chirping
My stomach is growling
My head is hurting
But the bed is warm
I am comfortable
Sleep still calls my name
The day can wait
It is a privilege.
Not a right.
Too live without means boredom.
Or finding other ways to entertain yourself.
I have other means to connect to the internet
Even though my computer monitor is dead.
Will I live through this troublesome time.
Yes, I believe I will.
I can do it.
But as an addict might say
….. “I don’t wanna!”
A baker’s secret weapon.
An added delight to any dish.
Try it in spaghetti
you’d be surprised for it is bliss.
It will spice up your appetite
and make you crave more.
So be careful around Christmas
when too much makes tummies sore.
When your mood of inspiration is nonsense and dread
you can only think of silly rhymes.
So the dead head
becomes a faint taint
that no longer runs fun.
And so my life is misery and pain
that means my children no love will gain.
Yep, its all the same, dame!
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