Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Peanut Butter

There's a struggling class war going on.
It's happening here! In OUR homes!
At this very moment!

It's a protein-rich clash, full of flavors, 
and mingling consistencies and it's hit
dire straights people. It's come to war.

Nobody knows when it started,
who threw the first blow,
when the first battle was fought,
or even who won, 
but nobody can deny its necessity. 

With the feeling of inferiority fueling one side
and stubborn pride the other, both sides, incapable of retreat,
have formed a sticky gridlock of grinding teeth
with hatred to spare.

It hurts to talk about
but I'm always seeing results of the conflict,
and the tireless struggle is enough to drive me to tears,
because:

To end it would be easy.
All it would take is some compromise.
All it would take is some understanding,
and some trust...
but if my mom just thinks she can keep buying 
creamy, she's dead wrong.  
 

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