The Afternoon

I make food

Yet you say it's for you with your tone being crude

I huff and puff because of your crude tone

Soon enough you rid yourself of the crude tone and go full-blown

While I eat you yell for me to help you

Although you don't need it, but you'll never rue

Rue what you've done to my mental state

I'll just have to wait

Wait for the one thing that will immensely change my life

Plus I won't have you picking at my brain with your knife






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