I demand many things of you,
but there is a demand above the rest.
When it’s time to eat,
I want only the best.
So how can it be
that you’re telling me
we are out of can
when that wasn’t the plan?
Mealtime is sacred
and you’ve ruined that for me.
Can’t you see that I’m starving
and you offer me tea?
I don’t want that dry food,
I’m just not in the mood.
When gravy is calling,
you best not be stalling.
So hurry it up
and get what I need
since mistakes like this
might make you bleed.
Autumn Siders 