Empty Plate…

Empty box

Empty plate

Empty mind

Poured out 

Ate up, forgotten

Choked down in the belly now

Regurgitated

I’m a dog

Always coming down to it

Refusing knowledge

From my own experience

Convincing myself 

This time will be different

Until I’m poured back out

Puked back up

“You’re a good boy, 

Aren’t you?”

She says

I vomit three course meals

Cleaning my plate all along

Her expecting 

I’ll do the same 

with my  just desserts

“Such a good boy!”