Cupcakes are meant <br />to be savored. <br />Devoured. <br />Loved and <br />deflowered. <br />They're not meant <br />to be chewed, <br />turned-on-your-tongue, <br />used, <br />just for the flavor; <br />I say, <br />they are meant <br />to be savored. <br />They should find their way <br />into your guts. <br />And, <br />with any luck, <br />you fell in love, <br />when you swallowed <br />those crumbs. <br />It's a pity <br />a confection <br />should wind up <br />in a garbage can, <br />on account of <br />your gluttonous guilt. <br />But I know how you love <br />your deprived, righteous will. <br />I'm hurt you wouldn't eat me <br />for fear someone sees. <br />Or someone finds out <br />you indulged <br />in me. <br />You'd rather I wind up <br />-anonymous- <br />with the rest of <br />your lunchtime trash. <br />I'm not angry, <br />you can't be, <br />in the bottom <br />of a barrel. <br />When you're made up <br />for ingestion <br />You're disposed of <br />or digested. <br />I suppose <br />given the two, <br />I'm happy to have avoided <br />the intestines.<br /><br />Violet Winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-cupcake-s-shoes/
