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I looked my wife in the eyes, 

All that stared back was mustard. 

I pet my dog, 

All I felt was mustard. 

I stopped to take a breath of air, 

All I got back was mustard. 

I'm trapped, 

In an endless loop. 

An endless endeavor. 

To crave is to mustard. 

To exist is to mustard. 

My wife is mustard. 

My dog is mustard. 

My life is mustard. 

My life is mustard. 

And yet, 

The thought still remains, 

An untapped desire. 

Everything is mustard. 

And yet, 

I still want more mustard. 

The end.