I put bananas on my peanut butter toast.

I put bananas on my peanut butter toast because I like it.

I put bananas on my peanut butter toast because my family doesn't.

I put bananas on my peanut butter toast because it pisses my dad off.

While peanut butter and bananas seems like a peculiar combination,

I find it quite enjoyable,

Often craving it after a morning workout

Or on a quiet fall afternoon.

The look of outrage I receive from my father, however, 

Makes it infinitely more delicious.

I put bananas on my peanut butter toast.

I put bananas on my peanut butter toast because once I tried it, I couldn’t get enough.

I put bananas on my peanut butter toast because suddenly I craved bananas and peanut butter.

I put bananas on my peanut butter toast because suddenly I craved rebellion.

He likes peanut butter on toast,

He just happens to have it plain.

Why must it be revolting just because he does not agree with it,

The bananas on my peanut butter toast?

Can he not open his mind just a little?

He doesn’t have to agree, but I don’t see why

He must so openly despise and disrespect my food choices.

I put bananas on my peanut butter toast.

I put bananas on my peanut butter toast because I won’t change for him.

I put bananas on my peanut butter toast because I have to please him in every other way.

I put bananas on my peanut butter toast because him hating my food choices

Beats him hating me.