Consumer Complaint

Stop resenting me For the way I shop The things I do To make sure My food is fresh I confess I feel blueberries In my fingers To make sure they are firm Not too ripe I confess I shake Cans of spaghetti and ravioli So that I know The sauce is not Congealed I confess I pull frozen waffles From the back of the freezer Less likely that they thawed And refroze into Oddball shapes I confess I smell trout Before I buy it Placing it against my nose In the most unabashed Way Spare me your hate About my consumer habits When I know it has nothing to do with Food As long as I bring you warm release In the darkness of your desires Pull your tangled hair the way You like Bite your darting tongue In mad hunger Deep appetite As long as I reawaken the Woman Primal animal hidden Within Turn your heat into a river For a long passionate Swim As long as I attend quickly to your Every lusty command The craving of your nympho Insatiable Demand Then I can squeeze french bread In quiet and peace I can sniff cantaloupes Without suffering ire Or grief I’ll take you tonight In that filthy way You like Until then Leave me alone I’m shopping.