Beer

I skipped my breakfast for today--
Coffee was enough.
At lunch I wanted Chick-Fil-A,
but then I drank a beer.

My stomach satiated, I 
went back to work and dreamed
of sweeter things, like apple pie,
but then I drank a beer.

I headed home at 5 o'clock,
put on my comfy clothes,
started heating some chicken stock,
and drank another beer.

I chopped up lots of vegetables
and cooked a pot of rice.
The sauce was just incredible,
so I drank another beer.

I spooned it all into a bowl,
but something wasn't right.
My stomach yawned and said it's full,
so I drank another beer.

The End

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