the poltergeist likes waffles
The poltergeist likes waffles
It's why each day.
Our flours gone
The milk and sugar thrown.
I've never seen a hunger
quite so overdrawn.
But still I like the company
so each day I try again
even with the egg prices
beating me more than them
The syrup that stains on our ceiling
is a map of daily delights
a sticky memory of its pleasure
charting the poltergeist's blight
So today we start a new day
and waffles it will be
or else the meat loaf later
will be all over the screens