I yearned for red, green, and yellow peppers.
They looked so fresh and bright, I could not help
but fix my eyes upon their vibrancy.
They called to me, those succulent peppers.
I needed to taste their sweet, savory
flesh. I needed to feel their quiet crunch.
Oh peppers! Why do you escape me so?
I have never wanted you as much as
I do now. Come to me. Why escape me
so? They refuse what I insist upon.
These unending cravings are distracting.
Why am I suffering these hunger pains?
Oh yeah. Paul couldn't understand my text.
His carelessness has denied me true joy.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
I yearned for red, green, and yellow peppers.
They looked so fresh and bright, I could not help
but fix my eyes upon their vibrancy.
They called to me, those succulent peppers.
I needed to taste their sweet, savory
flesh. I needed to feel their quiet crunch.
Oh peppers! Why do you escape me so?
I have never wanted you as much as
I do now. Come to me. Why escape me
so? They refuse what I insist upon.
These unending cravings are distracting.
Why am I suffering these hunger pains?
Oh yeah. Paul couldn't understand my text.
His carelessness has denied me true joy.
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