Cupcakes are meant
to be savored.
Devoured.
Loved and
deflowered.
They're not meant 
to be chewed, 
turned-on-your-tongue, 
used, 
just for the flavor; 
I say, 
they are meant 
to be savored. 
They should find their way
into your guts.
And, 
with any luck, 
you fell in love, 
when you swallowed 
those crumbs.
It's a pity 
a confection
should wind up 
in a garbage can, 
on account of 
your gluttonous guilt. 
But I know how you love 
your deprived, righteous will.
I'm hurt you wouldn't eat me
for fear someone sees.
Or someone finds out
you indulged 
in me.
You'd rather I wind up
-anonymous- 
with the rest of 
your lunchtime trash. 
I'm not angry, 
you can't be, 
in the bottom 
of a barrel.
When you're made up 
for ingestion
You're disposed of 
or digested. 
I suppose 
given the two, 
I'm happy to have avoided
the intestines.                
i just couldn't pass up reading this poem. but, surprise! i now see that it sounds VERY familiar AND i left a comment just months ago! :) bri
-annonymous- kick out one of the ns. ;) i would suggest this could use a little editing, but at least it has cupcakes in it, even if they sometimes end up in the trash. I'm hurt you wouldn't eat me for fear someone sees.................nice! a 'squeamish' cupcake? ? .........I suppose given the two, I'm happy to have avoided the intestines. ............................................thanks for sharing. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Wow, whole new level of enjoying a cupcake without the calories but going through the whole delectable guilt stuff. Next time I'll ask for a - -IN!