I feel bad for hot pockets. They go through a lot of stress when you make them.
"Would if I don't want to be eaten?"
"Would if it hurts?"
They didn't do anything, and they're really confused why you picked them.
"Why not something else, such as an apple?"
Next time you pick up a box of hot pockets, think about what you're doing. Pick something that wants to be eaten and potentially die in your stomach acid, such as a tomato or an orange.
YOU ARE READING
you are my psychotic meltdown
HorrorI've started venting into this. Some of these are just really funny poems I made to crack others up (or make 'me feel funky) but now I need somewhere to put that build up. Unclog the dam and it all flows out.
