Craving more of you so much it hurts
Realizing that I should just call our affair off
Unrelenting you undermine my self-control
So badly that I give in and reach out for you again
How is it chocolate that you don’t love me back?
Chicken crunched satisfyingly as she chomped down
Relishing the fatty juices playing with her tongue
It made her soul dance with joy
So it surprised her when Bill complained about her chewing
Perhaps he needed to be breaded and deep-fried
Yes, that would make him more palatable
Perhaps being irrational is just my style
I keep going around and around
Didn’t stop slicing it into pieces
As I stuff as much into my face
You mean it’s a number? Eat my shorts!
Waves lapped along the shoreline
Reviving Jerod and giving him a shower he desperately needed
Everything must have gone so wrong
Collecting his thoughts he realized he couldn’t remember the night before
Kneeling, he looked around him, trying to jog something loose
Everything suddenly came back. He couldn’t believe he was so stupid
Don’t drink a whole bottle of scotch you dumbass
Pounding back the sugary alcohol
Until my eyes cross from both drugs hitting my system
Now he gets into my space and spits in my face
Could barely stand I was so bad off, but I could only take so much
Hitting him in the mouth put him in the same state as I as we both fell down
The layers of butter and flour stared at Frank, daring him to resist their crunchy flaky goodness. He knew taking one bite would be the end of him. Instead, he ate the whole thing. Frank was in for a few rounds on his porcelain throne, but damn it was good.
“But Mr. Perkins, my dog ate all my homework,” Johnny said as he wiped his nose. The constant sniffle the boy had was almost more annoying than the lie he was trying to tell me.
“That was an extremely old excuse even when my dad went to school,” I said.
“But it’s the truth,” Johnny pleaded. “Honest.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I replied. Johnny was about to say more, but I cut him off. “Go back to your table, or I will send you to the principal’s office.”
Johnny gave up and moped his way back to his assigned spot. I watched him put on the plastic gloves. Like I would believe a dog would want to eat bacon wrapped jalapeño poppers. One bite maybe, but the rest?
“Okay students. Pick up your knives. Today I’m going to show you how to properly clean the skin off a snapper fillet.”