Pudding

Respect. Earned not demanded.
By title. Who are you?

Content. This is beautiful.
Kool-Aid. I like sugar.

Fuck off. Can I eat in peace?
My cereal. I paid for it.

Buffet. You don't say.
Really? All you can eat?

We see the ones who eat their pudding just like good little bears.
Unfortunately Miss Goldi likes to put herself into their affairs.
We fill our cabinets with poison and shoes.
We listen to the chorus of fools enlisting all of our own moves.
Wake up in the morning, dirty little nags.
They talk to me in my sleep tell me what I need to eat.

Foolproof. I won't go hungry?
Systemic. Too big to thirst.

Foulware. Some tasty bits.
Loving. Every minute of what?

Limitless. Perversion of this.
Pudding. It's good pudding.

Endless. Finger licking good.
Sacrifice. Tastes like chicken.

We see the ones who eat their pudding just like good little bears.
Unfortunately Miss Goldi likes to put herself into their affairs.
We fill our cabinets with poison and shoes.
We listen to the chorus of fools enlisting all of our own moves.
Wake up in the morning dirty little nags.
They talk to me in my sleep tell me what I need to eat.