me

I eat pie. Because I love the taste of

Shit.

But when they walk by, they say

It looks good!

Can I have some?

Every time I tell them no.

They always say

Why?

Casting glances of envy

And greed.

But little do they know

How horrible it tastes

Or how disgusting it is to swallow.

And oh! I so relish the pain!

Every bite I take, time I chew

Is time I would never choose to give away

Even if I was paid in short-lived gratitude.

But still, the moments come

And pass

And replay like antique vinyl.

There is one thing however that holds true:

No matter how many times

I tell them no,

someone has to eat it.

I’ve decided that person is

me.