I have no food to speak of
     Not that I speak of food
     But I kinda wanted breakfast
     Hunger affects my mood

     Pickle jar is empty
     Yogurt grew fuzz
     Bread went stale
     That’s what it does
     Left over soup
     From who knows when
     Dried up old onion
     From a drawer called ‘Bin’
     Milk went sour
     Sardines shriveled up
     Empty half lemon
     And a dirty coffee cup.

     I think it’s time to shop for food
     All that can be bought
     So next time I’ll have things to eat
     And not old food for thought.