Sniff.

Sniff.

When searching the
  rear of the refrigerator,
find me the unused servings
  of life, in new tupperware
with "turned" meat!

Encor portions of
fresh ideas in sterile surroundings,
Window the winter's gate has
  undressed itself,
  exposing Mother
  Nature to me,
embalming my limp morning corpse,
perhaps eliminating the preshower fragrances?

unripe odors continue creeping
  from their invisible barracks
to inoculate my innocent senses, ousting
my comfortability in this war
  versus boredom.

trudging toward the watery trences
  in the bathroom,
blank-faced Colonel Calendar informs me
  it's wednesday again.

Shock of body...warm to naked.
  waiting for the latrine's juices
to surpass my internal thermal mechanics.
relief as yesterday slides skinside
  to drainside.

Maybe it's lack of Lucky Charms
  but am I going to
  be bored again today,
or am I spoiled meat?