Boring

My life consists of sleeping, eating, and my love for chicken enchiladas. My life is boring. When i feel lonely I sleep when i feel sad I sleep. When I feel sleep I dream of chicken enchiladas. When I dream of chicken enchiladas, I eat. When I eat I'm tired and want to sleep. My life is repetitive, my life is boring. I can't help it. My life is meant for sleeping, sleeping to dream, dream to eat, and eating to sleep. It's a never ending cycle. I'm just waiting for something to end it. Poet notes: This poem was for my cousin, a bet to write a poem with four stanzas about chicken enchiladas, sleeping, and eating. Yet still making it meaning full.