Oh, Chex of Wheat. Oh, blessed Chex.
Oh, Atkins-shunned bowl of rapture.

Thy carbs are complex. Thy fiber, divine.
My tummy is full of your whole-grain goodness.

Like tiny, caramel-colored, corduroy, throw pillows
Lost in a sea of regret and skim milk.

I add two teaspoons of sugar.
It forms a sludge on the bottom.

While I eat, I read the box.

So do I, my friend.
So do I.