How They Make Twinkies

by jerrontables

We didn’t see it coming
coming
didn’t see the fall

We laughed and liked to running
running
smack into the wall

For all the space we’re stupid to
it made no sense at all,
but we squint-n-searched and lifted veils
and rolled into the mall

 

See, it really wasn’t funny
but we
laughed until we cried

They placed us on the gurney
but we
had already died

For all the hints and smack-a-sense
cream-filling was applied,
then we followed rules we made ourselves
and burned until we fried

you like to say, it got away–we never had the ball!
our lack of sense and slack offense and slam and damn it all!

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