It has been a while since I last tasted you on a saltine cracker I must admit. Dreading the thought of you being wasted Forced me to stash you in my catcher's mitt. An obese veteran knows how to keep their favorite snacks away from jealous peers. But I should've known your odor would seep under my door to validate their fears. I should have ate you right then and enjoyed your pink gelatinous slide down my throat. But I was greedy and instead I toyed around with you smeared on Sunday's best coat. There's many ways to love your meat jelly. Inside my foul mind, teasing my belly.