Milk
I was shocked. Insulted! What a fool I had been!
For one of my meddling roommates had drunk my milk, yet again!
I warned them. I scorned them. For their insolent ilk.
But they left me no choice. So I pissed in my milk.
This trap, it was egregious. Yet certifiably ingenious!
I took a leak, marked the jug... It was revenge with my penis!
And with each passing day, I kept keen eyes on my score.
And just as I expected, my milk was pillaged once more.
So with milk jug in hand, I told my mates what I’d done.
And they erupted into laughter… All, except for one.
“Roommate!,” he shouted. “These must be lies that you speak!”
“Is it true? In this jug? You have taken a leak?”
“Oh, dear friend…” I replied. “How surprised you must be."
"What you thought was 2 percent milk, was in fact 50 percent my pee.”
So to you who are thirsty, I warn you of this:
What you think is my milk, may just be my piss.