Existential Peanut Butter
Alone, cold, damp, sleepless
Walk around, sit down, lay for awhile
Get up again to stare at the sight I've seen
So many times before, a fridge...
Within is the same sight I've seen
Days pass as I look
I forget the endless problems that plague
And just stare
There's nothing to eat, nothing to drink
Within the fridge is an empty
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