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The Oreo

Once upon a time,

in a land faraway,

lived an Oreo biscuit.

 

Everyone judged him--

he was black on the outside,

and white on the in.

He thought he would

never ever fit in.

 

Now in that land of biscuits,

where most were brown,

they all thought Oreo's

the strangest in town.

 

But little did they know

he was the favorite of the lot.

For in the human world,

his kind was the most bought.

 

Everyone learned to love him,

even the Fita guy.

But he told Oreo,

"Don't trust humans;

you won't want to know why."

 

But the Oreo boy,

he was a curious one.

He thought he needed to enjoy,

go out and have fun.

 

Later that night,

someone grabbed him, behold--

fear glazed over Oreo's eyes

over what he was told.

 

He was twisted and dunked

in milk till he drowned.

Then broken forever

and his life was summed.

 

For whatever Fita said,

it became so true.

Whatever happened to Oreo

Hopefully, won't happen to you.

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Written by
lunar-love
25
Published
Jul 10, 2014
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Hello. And I yet again unleashed my sadistic humor unto my favorite biscuit. Sorry about that. I was thinking of my eating Oreo as killing him :/ tragic, I know.

And yet a lesson is still learned: You can't trust anyone all the tine just because they claim to love you.

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