Cake

I think I’ll
Treat myself
This evening

I’ll take a
Plate from
The cupboard

I’ll pop open
My fridge and
See what I have

I’ll get some
Dessert that I
Have been saving

I’ll sit down
At my table
With a fork

The TV will
Be running the
Evening news

“Officials are confirming
An Israeli missile strike
Following a Syrian gas–”

But I’ll flip off
The television set
For a little quiet

Let me eat cake