A reasonable request

All I’m talking about is one meal

I’d settle for a snack

You could fix something

Or take me out

Drive-thru if it’s easier

I’m not asking for much

Just food

I mean, a soul’s gotta eat…

But when I am

Doing my usual dance

That is politely

Referred to as multi-tasking

That intersection of

Busy, erratic activity

I ignore the voice of

Or stuff it with any available filler

Like the grade school white paste,

Not the Elmer’s,

This stuff was thick, almost dry

Some kids liked to eat it

I’m guessing it was safe,

Though void of nutrients,

Thankfully it wasn’t going

To kill anyone

I preferred crayons that

Reminded me of wax lips and moustaches

I’d buy at the candy store and

Jam in my pocket

With the collected detritus

That could tell my life story

Until my Mom would

Wash away it away