Life is wretched
and incomplete
and chaos reigns in this realm
and nothing will ever go right
until I clean the yogurt out of the fridge.

I was so optimistic
when I bought it
thinking I could kick off
a health regime
that would conquer my girth,
my cholesterol and hepatitis.
I was so young,
so full of hope.

Now, I am not full of hope
nor full of yogurt
as if has sat in the dark cold
for months – maybe years!
Nothing else can enter the refrigerator.
If I add another item
the center shelf will not hold.

Something has to be done.
Someone has to take on that cultured menace
someone has to bite the bullet
and bite the yogurt.
Only then
can the world be made right again.