I stroll into my unblemished kitchen
and rummage for food to eat.
The one thought trapped inside my mind was cheese.

I find a pizza and pour out the cheese on it.
More, more mountains of mozzarella cheese
make their way on the pizza. 

Yet, I still crave the liquid gold.
I throw a pot on the stove, dump the noodles in
and apply the liquid, lava like cheese.

I can’t fight the urge to acquire cheese.
I create an explosive concoction of nachos,
the flavor hit my mouth like a hurricane.

Again, I open my refrigerator 
and I discover the golden nuggets of cheese.
Devouring those cheese curds were more enjoyable than striking actual gold.

My once spotless kitchen now lay in disaster.
From the sink to the stove,
it looks like a hoard of barbarians demolished my kitchen.

I still search through the remains of my ransacked kitchen
and a sudden shock went throughout my body.
I realized I’ve ran out of cheese.