The sun blazes down on me
I crave it more than ever
How will I ever satisfy myself
I see the wieners, spinning right in front of me
I ponder if I should even bother
The price may be too great
Can my mouth handle something that long?
It starts to moisten
I give in and reach in my pocket for $1.50
The hot dog is mine
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
They are all around me.
Covering My Face.
Rubbing against my chest.
I Fight to free myself
I finally emerge
Winking at the other kids in the ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC