Fullmetal Alchemist
(Exaggeratingly based off a true story. One that will forever live in infamy and be included somewhere in the Phi Beta Files series.)
Stuck in class
Breakfast now long dead
I feel my stomach twist
Forcing me to stumble
As I traverse the snowy quads
I know I have to make it
Back to my simple room
Where salvation waits
Inside a holy carton
The last ration of my week
Until I make it to the store
I can almost taste it
The chocolate frothy drink
Giving me the strength
To live until the lunch bell
Imagine my despair
When the holy carton is no more
I find it drained
And crushed inside the trash
With the criminal still near
Licking his lips
As he reads a gamer mag
The faint smell of chocolate
Hovering on his breath
That I smell across the room
My rage tries to rise
To overcome my stomach
That saps me with every gurgle
A mild debate ensues
And the war begins
Continuing to this very day
Legends of Windemere 
Fun poem. Not so fun outcome.
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Thanks.
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Great poem. So painful though. I had a roommate like that freshman year who kept eating my food. Arrrrrrggggghhhhh!
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My friend and I still joke about it. One of the highlights of our friendship.
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If you do use that, you need to put a curse on the stolen milk. It’s only fair!
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I can try. Do Jewish guilt trips count?
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Oh dear! No chocky milk drink. No wonder the war continues.
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It will be waged until the end of time.
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😂😂
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