I saw him at my heroine support group, his big, shit brown eyes tracing over my figure, not leaving me.
"Hello."
He spoke as he stood.
"My name is Shrek."
His husky and slightly accented voice spoke, his eyes still locked on me.
That was the first time I met Shrek. My sweet, sweet Shrek.
Now I was baking a pie for my beautiful Ogre boyfriend.
Hi, my name is Barrack. Barrack Obama. I met Shrek after my years of being a president were over, and I became addicted to heroine.
His nostrils heavily breathe in the smell of my pie baking in the oven.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
He hummed.
I'm wearing my pink, daisy apron and I smile.
That night we ate pie and he confessed his addiction for heroine coming back.
"SHREK WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU?"
I yell, dissapointed in my ogre boyfriend.
His big green ogre hand pounds down on the table.
"ITS HARD BEIN' aN OGRE, YOU NIGGER!"
He cursed, Before running off to the balcony.
I am crying now.
"Shrek.."
I say, wiping my black man eyes.
I run out onto the balcony with him, Only to find his big green ogre corpse below on the concrete.
