Cereal Killer

I can't believe it!
How could you? Again?
This is becoming a habit for you.
 
Flakes
You got rid of them first
You always did
You didn't think they were that great
If you saw them anywhere
You'd grab them and throw them
Just because they weren't normal
but frosted.
 
Snap, krackle, pop!
You never liked anyone who talked back
Or didn't let you get a word in edgewise.
You tried to drown them once
But they still snapped back.
 
Then there were the squares
With their hidden fruitiness
You wished they'd just be open about it.
But even if they did, you'd still hate them
Then shred and crush them
Exposing them for what they were.
 
Oh, the little fat round ones
really got on your nerves.
You tried drowning them as well.
You even threw things at them!
But they always bobbed back
above the surface
Frustrating you even more.
 
Then everyone thought you finally found
a type you could live with.
They were already shredded,
didn't talk back,
and took whatever you dished out
to them.
You seemed happy,
But only for a while.
You found fault in them somehow.
Either they became soft too fast
or you were plain bored of them.
I knew it was too good to be true.
You seemed as cracked as the wheat
they were made of.
So you discarded them.
 
Then you finally vowed,
Never to touch any of those kind again.
But I know...habits are hard to break
And you'll always be
A Cereal Killer.