Thursday, January 13, 2011
The Black Ops Bread Truck
In the dawn comes the black ops bread truck--
I think you know the one I mean;
Switching out donuts in the misty dawn--
Swapping out custard for creme.
I've put a sugar-dusted mini to my eye
But, through the donut, you don't seem any sweeter,
So baby, this is goodbye.
The black ops bread truck people
Perform missions more twisted than a cruller;
But, lambchop, our love has grown stale,
And couldn't really get any duller.
Black ops bakery,
Swoop in, carry me off, like a loaf beneath your arm--
And then.....slap me around until I admit
This poem really sucks. Darn.
I guess I am really just a lightweight--
Like a smuggled-in bag of Happy Chips
Still, dear heart, you've been deposed
And all that other crappy shit...
Our crumby love has ended,
Our inventory is down to the bone--
Now I'm leaving with the black ops bread truck
But I leave you
My skills have clearly eroded.