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