They say its good to vent,
Some say its even heaven sent,
No longer can I hold this within,
This has too long been an inside sin...

 

That’s right I have to it admit,

I cannot hold it in any longer,

My guilt is more than I can bear,

In the box I crush them,

Sometimes to get at them I tear…

 

Crushed in the box,

I can hear them scream,

So many little “o’s”,

Each going through shocks…

 

I hate Captain Crunch,

I take them in my hand & kill them by the bunch,

If someone is eating them for brunch,

I take them and drown them in a milk punch…

 

Oh but Lucky Charms are the worst,

I pump up the bag with air till it does burst,

Stars and four leaf clovers totally dispersed,

I stomp on them and squish them,

For their destruction I have an undeniable thirst…

© ed ~ 3/26/06