Oreo
Black tie
Sweet crisp and old
It's not a tuxedo style Joe event
It's not the plain vanilla sweat, tears, and fears
My dear
It's the sugar and imprint of guilt on my cookie
It's the finger that marks the "see right through you clear" cup on the counter
It's the crumby, un-origional, unique makings of the being that ate the five or ten sweet
sandwhichs
mindless crunch crunching
crinkle munch munching
touch then digesting our descision to escape
and quite honestly relate
The truth lies
Somewhere in that book of fair warning and recognition
Because if you give a mouse a cookie, hes going to want milk to go with it
-Jess
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