Mushy

Good morning I once again feel mushy like a cabbage cooked too long, high in fiber, waterlogged

Okay, great it's yet another day that I'm forced awake

I bet the other leafy greens aren't nearly as anxious and filled with dread as me

Right now I'm hopeless, more wilted than my cabbage brother

Where light green is my color

But the chlorophyll's been squeezed from me

Don't worry I'll expire soon, an entire carton turned to glue

Now what's worse than some mushy milk and a growing thirst

It's the overwhelming dire need to pour the rest of me down the sink