I'M On My Second Cake

I'm on my second cake
so make no mistake.
Don't take
my cake.

You thought I wanted one.
You were so wrong, hon.
Just one's
no fun.

I really wanted two,
surprising but true.
I knew
that you

would not be too happy
and not allow me
to be
so free

as to eat what I want.
But I won't just grunt.
I want.
Confront.

I realize your niceness,
used to entice,
this price,
this slice:

the slice outweighs the cost.
It looks like you've lost.
You've bossed.
I've sauced*

this delicious dessert
no matter the hurt.
Assert
I'm curt.

I've never felt so free!
You don't control me!
Here, see?
Piece three.

:-O





*with icing
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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