How can I describe the ecstasy
But alas! My soul is torn by opposing snack cakes!
Oh, this dichotomy!
Tearing and ripping, ripping and tearing at my consciousness!
Does anyone have any broccoli?
© 2001 Bruce V. Bracken
Of the cosmic marshmallow?
How can I describe the joy
Of the Dot Polka to be found
In the plastic daisies on the table?
How can I articulate the transcendental bliss,
Wherein I may touch the face
Of the Casper and Wendy?
On one side, the golden twin cakes
That would be mine, if only I would ascend,
Tugging on the chadors of the Casper and Wendy;
On the other side, the chocolate cupcake
That would be mine, if only I would descend,
Tugging at the diaper and gown of the Hot Stuff and Charma!
Tearing and ripping, ripping and tearing at my consciousness!
Tearing and ripping, ripping and tearing at my consciousness!
Tearing and ripping, ripping and tearing at my consciousness!
Tearing and ripping, ripping and tearing at my consciousness!
Tearing and ripping, ripping and tearing at my consciousness!
