Shower Epiphany: A Cookie Plea
If you love me, feed me cookies.
If you do not, feed me cookies and let me leave.
If you're impartial, feed me cookies and shrug.
If you don't know me, feed me cookies and wave.
If you do know me, feed me cookies and nod.
If you have an itch, feed me cookies with one hand and scratch with the other.
If you're out of cookies, go get cookies.
If you love cookies, feed them to me and we will share.
If you hate cookies, feed them to me and watch me smite your enemy.
If you can't feed me cookies cause you're far away, come close and feed me cookies.
If you are way too far away and can't come over, send me cookies and a photo of you.
If you pass on, I'll mourn you with cookies you provide.
If you are born, tell your parents to have cookies as I wish you a happy birthday.
What I'm trying to say here is I need be fed cookies. You have no fucking excuse! So....yea....get to it.
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