Everything tastes bad.
My apple today tasted weird.
I can’t enjoy butter on rolls.
Why
    does
        my
            life
                suck?
Forsaken by chocolate.
COVID.
This poem was inspired by a friend in Discord, who wrote:
Friend:
Everything tastes bad
My apple today tasted weird
The butter I used on the roll tasted gross
My hot chocolate tastes weird
Me:
I thought that was going to be a poem but it wasn’t. Or maybe it was and I’m not good at spotting poetry.Friend:
No, it’s just my life apparently