Snacks
Potato chips,
Crisp and salty,
A few are burnt,
Therefore faulty...
Pretzels twisted
Around your neck,
But crispy and fresh,
Oh what the heck...
M & Ms upside down
Are W & W's,
I have to frown...
All I want, a piece of cheese,
All I've got, the sneeze of Louise
Wouldn't mind an ice cold beer,
Sip of champagne,
But I fear,
Lucky to get a drop of water
From a dirty puddle,
Oh, I'd love,
My sweetheart to cuddle
Sardines, salami, Ritz and more,
All those snacks I used to adore,
An empty cupboard,
Doors do groan,
Once again,
I am alone...
Just as well, appetite did fade,
Even for a chug
Of GatorAid
One last pack
Of long grained rice,
Not a food
I find so nice
One can fade away
In American life,
Resources unequal
Changes in your wife...
Have an olive,
Have a roll,
Put on some cold-cuts,
Satisfaction
Your sole goal...
Gnawing on my Slim Jim
I wonder if anyone alive
Ever met him...
Popcorn seems a
likely choice,
Popping in the micro
It's only voice.
All a dream,
I have no food,
I'm left in hunger
For me to brood.
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