Fridge Is My Therapist

Had a breakdown at 3 a.m.

Opened the fridge and talked to jam

“Hey strawberry, why so cool?”

It winked and said, “Dude, life’s a pool”

Milk gave advice, eggs just rolled

Pickles played jazz, slightly bold

Tuna can whispered, “Just be chill”

Now I pay my fridge with electric bills

Fridge is my therapist, chillin’ with snacks

Giving me wisdom while I eat my cracks

Beep bop blop — funk in the ice

8-bit freezer talkin’ real advice

Butter said “You spread too thin”

Cheese laughed, “But you always win!”

Lettuce said “Let us relax”

Now we meditate by veggie stacks

Orange juice told me to be bright

“Shine like citrus in pixel light”

Hyperpop beat from the soda fizz

My fridge gets me — that’s just how it is

Fridge is my therapist, chillin’ with snacks

Giving me wisdom while I eat my cracks

Beep bop blop — funk in the ice

8-bit freezer talkin’ real advice

I lie on the floor, door open wide

Fridge hums softly, my pixel guide

We giggle at stress, reboot my mood

Nothing hits deep like appliance truth

Fridge is my therapist, weird but true

Life gets wild, but cold snacks pull through

Zap blip beep — this chill never ends

My kitchen’s a clinic, and food are my friends