Oatmeal

 

© 1996 Neal Gladstone

It's dawn you wake you feel the ache

A need you can't conceal

You leave your bed thoughts fill your head

With Oooooatmeal

 

It's warm, it's gray it starts your day

It's dense it's cheap it's real

No salt no fat, and less than that

It's Ooooooooooat meal

Turgid slurry, pale and thick

Lays in your stomach, like a brick

That's what life is all about

Fills you up and cleans you out

 

Each glob you scrape across your plate

Exqui- sitely congealed

Exquisitely deliciosly a marvel of viscosity

Enfolds your spoon in/with a glue cucoon

It's Ooooooooot meal

Build a castle on a hill

Fill a moat with cream

Raisin soldiers line the bridge

Here comes the queen

Oh sacred grain I can't explain

The strength of your appeal

Until I die I will rely

On Oooooooooooooooatmeal

 

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