We must have grown pretty close,
Since you've given me access to the refrigerator.
Even then, I hesitate,
The yogurt you got three days before,
Might be your favourite kind.
I like yogurt, too.
I guess I'll make do,
With bread, marmalade and leftover chicken stew.
I've always been the kind to not ask for more.
Plus, it's good to ration.
We can all benefit if we just eat,
As much as we need.
Hell's broken loose and this dire situation.
I kind of feel weird to not even go out, do groceries,
I have some money saved up, ready to be used, if you please.
There you are, working hard, laboring, night and day.
While I just eat, consume, not producing, all I do is stay
At home, eating warm meals at home, "your home".
Mind if I use some,
Sprinkle it on the garlic bread I'm baking,
It's a luxury, I know you won't flinch,
But food's all we got, it's worth faking,
Everything's good, and the meals are our disguise.
I see the milk bottles in your refrigerator, untouched,
So I hunt and make recipes that use more milk, less eggs or flour,
Plus you know it's going to turn sour?
Until I stay,
I guess I'll just cook, use the ingredients to cater,
To your taste bud.
I need to thank you for your hospitality.
I know you've given me access to the refrigerator.
But I'd still look for signs of exasperation.
I hope I don't tread into forbidden territory.
Be thankful for this abode and food for free.
One raised eyebrow, one shrug, one nod, one question,
And then I'd capitulate,
My privileges to your refrigerator.