A topical battle but i want some real feed on it so im puttin it in here
The Cookie Jar
(A Love Song)
The child entered the kitchen, mischievously creeping in slowly
For upon the counter, behold, the cookie jar rested, sleeping so holy
His emotions seeping out wholly, his actions overtaken by anxiety
No consequences seemed to come to mind during this forsaken propriety
His heart screams for the cookie, his gut says no need to debate
Even though dinner is coming, and his mother says he has to wait
The feeling of hunger and longing enters him emitting a presence of strangers
He sets his eyes on the adventure, the lustful present of danger
His stomach aching, he is making his way over, shaking his fist
For the task was nearly impossible, should he be taking the risk?
What's so bad about this, why is he told no, he is doing no bloody wrong!
He looks at the towering counter, how can he reach it with his stubby arms?
His insisting yet resisting stomach was twisting as he began to reach
Sense of freedom, knocking down barriers, and all closed doors he ran to breach
His conscience screams, telling him to turn back, it's man against himself
He could sense he was near his prize, as his hand was upon the shelf
Tippie-toed, his hand approached, but he was only able to scratch the surface
He was not able to grasp the jar, nor could he grasp his purpose
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He decided he'd have to eat it later, so he found a place to wait and sit
Waiting... waiting... waiting... is that all that is to remain of our relationship?
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