Текст Jack Stauber – Oatmeal

«A hundred bowls of oatmeal. I wouldn’t have to eat anything else for the rest of my life.»

I could have oatmeal for breakfast
And oatmeal for lunch
Oatmeal for dinner as well

Time is my master
Keep everything clean

Every day
My oatmeal routine
Life would have rhythm!
And maybe harmony!

Circumstance
The unexpected!
How could I have known?
Err
Routine, is it human?
Molded in my ways
How would I change?
Disaster
Routineless, I adapt to chaos faster
No master