a day in the life of cheese

a sad observation.

the man has left the kitchen. i am free to roam. i am walking cheese.

 

sitting here on a dirty plate, tortured with a fork and greasy fingers, i have found freedom. i must wiggle and jiggle away from this hell. freedom! i am free cheese.

 

i fall on the floor. i am one with the lint and the crumbs and the aroma of smelly feet. i am floor cheese.

 

the man has walked back into the kitchen. he picks me up. he throws me into the garbage can.

 

i am dead cheese.

Reviews

[The Viking]

Very poetic. Could this be a symbol for american society?

[Evan The Seven]

Ha! Ha!

[Brie]

wow! I love this! I never would have thought of it! Loved how you described each setting from a cheese's point of view.
-Brie

[Deepshikha]

Haha...That was so cute. ^^
Very nice!

[Kara Emily Krantz]

am i allowed to say this is beautiful???

lol this is an amazing little piece. i basically... adore it :)

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