O Banquete

The alarm clock plays Happy Birthday at maximum volume
But who needs toasted bread when you have a fresh gift from
I slowly open the lid like an exensive iPhone unboxing
I look at my natural brownie and love is already overflowing

It has the texture of soft brigadeiro
And smells like expired parmesan
If I post it on my Stories
Instagram will ban me in three seconds

My ex texted me
And I replied with a picture of my plate
She blocked me, my psychologist quit her job
And my dog looks at me with disgust