With nimble hands, the opening of a plastic
Dire need to consume food, edge of bag rips
A roar of condemnation, sneering at you
Contents of food fly out from its captivity,
Dispersed across the floor like lawn sprinkler
With frightened eyes, overcome with the rush
of tears as if they were competing to fall out of
Food stares at you and relishes in its final
Should I abide by the five-second ru–
A gargantuan foot bears down on food, like one
slamming his foot abruptly on car brakes
Such a tragedy!
But, by the way, this pair of shoes sure look
better than mine
With nimble hands, you seize the individual by
the neck and–
Dire need to feel remorse, but none embraces
With nimble hands, the opening of a plastic bag
Don't ever touch my food.
Don't you hate it when you eat a snack from a plastic bag, open it up, only to witness one of the edges ripping?