a giant slice of cake, or an
enormous
wedge of
pie today,
apple, or peach,
makes no difference.
a tall glass of very cold
milk too.
something to fill the void.
i need an emotional
filling of baked goods.
it's been that
kind of a day.
forget the scotch
on the rocks, or
the vodka
and gin.
bring me the Boston
cream pie
in that big round tin.
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