Sweet Morsels
Often times I feel as though
I’m only living for those sweet morsels in time
those precious seconds when,
you are swallowed whole
by the enveloping feelings of buttery bliss
when you experience the sensation of melting
and you shiver with the warmth of the pleasure
it’s like the moment you find hardcore pornography
of the girl you went to high school with
and jacking off never felt so good
or the first time you smoked pot and got real high
you were too young to buy a pipe
so you smoked out of an apple
a sweet sweet apple, in a sweet morsel of time
it’s like that time you caused a car accident
and watched the other person walk away with the ticket
sure your car might be a little banged up
but it’s not your insurance paying to repair it
it’s those sweet sweet morsels of time
that i live for
and boy do they taste good
it just seems like lately
I’ve been running out of time
and so many sweet sweet morsels
have rotted my teeth