A poem snuck up on me

The poem I'm going to post here crept up to me today, and said, 'come on, write me down or type me up, tinker with me, but not for long, then come on, post me, I wanna be on the internet'.

I make no claim to greatness for this poem, I'm simply putting it here because that's the way the poem wanted it. I'm not the poem, though some of me is in the poem. I'm simply the one who hits the keys and claims the copyright.

So here's the poem, perhaps insufficiently edited, perhaps perfect, but most probably somewhere in between the two.

Kitchen as metaphor

In my kitchen are signs aplenty

I am lazy/slothful, coffee-drinking

I eat both junk and healthy stuff

Neither insects nor dirt frighten me

I recycle, reuse and waste

I don’t mindlessly scrub, rub, dub dub dub

Your kitchen may be

quite different.

You are not me.