The smell of burnt bacon

filling the air around me.

Then comes the cleaning of the burnt pan

requiring extra expended energy to clean.

Going to sleep at five in the morning,

waking three hours later,

only to fall back to sleep for five more hours;

no less, in my chair.

Getting an item in the mail.

Something I have wanted a long time.

Only to find out

it wasn't what I had hoped it to be.

People with small minds,

closed ears to a truth told them;

but they believe the lie

from another's lips.

Things I don't like,

other people do.

That's fine.

Just don't push me to take your side.

We claim to be independant when we are not.

Without a place to buy food, we would starve.

Without paying rent, we would be homeless.

Without friends, the world suddenly shuts down on you.

Many things I don't like,

but many I tolerate.

Stupidity isn't one of them.

After all, you can't have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.

Hey brah,

My bae is coming over soon to see me.

Why you ask? Because I'm her boo.

We are going to eat a moist cake.

We will yeet the plates into the trash.

Then we will drink some pop.

Or maybe drink choccy milk.

Doesn't this snacking adventure sound butter?

Those are all the cringy words I hate that I can fit in.

I hope this poem is fleek enough....

Hey dude...

I am not your dude or dudette.

What the ...

What the what? What are you talking about?

I know right?

Seriously?

Excuse me seriously what?

Whatever!

Whatever, that is like a verbal eye roll.

It is what it is.

Huh what is it.

A little this and that.

Is it too much to ask to have a normal conversation.