My Life as Grits

I wait. I debate. I weep. I weep because Steve
won't eat me. He says I am gross. He won't
eat me with roast or shrimp. What a wimp!
I think I am yummy, but not in Steve's tummy.
I am covered in cheese, but who can I please, If I
can't please Steve. He eats everything from apples to
zucchinis, except things that start with g. Including
me grits. Look he is coming over. He has come to
his senses. I can't stand the suspense. We are going to
the counter, I can't wait for this encounter. Steve
opened a drawer that I thought were the forks. He
lowered my bowl to a dark bag. He dumped me. He
really dumped me. I felt sad and lonely.
" Hello darkness my old friend, I have come to talk
with you again. "

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