Cheeto on the GroundA Story by D ConnollyAn age old question that no one wants to talk aboutI just dropped a Cheeto on the ground. No one saw it No one sees anything I do in here; I always shut my door. The music bothers them From country to classic to classical to gangster rap to just weird stuff that no one knows except me and the artist It's my own personal mix Jam's A La Dani Thanks Pandora, for understanding So.... about this Cheeto I'm out of Cheetos, see I've eaten the last of them The only things left are Twizzlers, which I'm not in the mood for And gum Not for eating The floor has been vacuumed And it's in a spot under the desk where my feet don't go It's probably clean Maybe a little dusty But I can blow it off, right? I'm negotiating with myself right now It's not that I'm hungry I just really like Cheetos And like I said, I'm out This is the last one I'll have to investigate Damn. Right into a dust ball I knew the cleaning company wasn't being thorough But how can I approach the subject Without letting on that I'm trying to eat this Cheeto off of the floor? Well, it appears to be ruined anyway Into the bin you go OK, I'm not a sore loser, I can accept it You win this round, delicious Cheeto © 2016 D ConnollyAuthor's Note
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