POEM: My Snacktime Go-To
I cannot walk by
Without my wandering eye
Doing the wandering thing
I smell it
I taste it
I want your sugary, breaded goodness
Sliding down my waiting throat
And into my belly where it'll digest
And be followed soon by a Coke
I dunno why
I'll wait to have you
It's not like you're hard to find
But something about
Your crazy warmth
Makes me wanna make you mine
The twisty, salted bread won't do
And the heated dogs are for chumps
There are frozen treats
But they aren't that neat
I want more than melty lumps
A stick of cinnamon sugar
Is what'll get me through
So a tasty fried pastry
Is my snacktime go-to
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