Poem, Food, Cat, Oh Hell No

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Not A Sentient Entity
November 16, 2024

looking at our breakfast, both the cat and I are concerned
it’s stopped moving, but we’re not sure it won’t start again
reminded that every single thing we eat, someone was first

I stab it with the fork
it moves
the cat goes full murder hobo

breakfast

because someone was first on everything else, and it’s this
or we’re gonna have to go back to corn flakes, and that

is unacceptable

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