I live in a house without crackers

It’s all my fault

I should have bought crackers

The toilet paper is thin and scratchy

Making me envy wiser shoppers

Who understand ply and plushness

My coffee is grey with milk

We are out of half and half

It’s what I deserve, it’s all my fault

Many things are inadequate

It’s a rash spreading up my arms

It’s all my fault

The long list folds in thirds

Mistakes of supplies and living

I should pay more attention