There they were.
Sitting in a little white bag on the counter.
Might as well have been crack, smack, or some other illicit drug.
I could have sworn I heard it's whispering from across the room.
"C'mon - you know you want to. You've been eating healthy for too long." They just wouldn't stay out of my head. I was fighting the urge with every fiber of my being, yet the voices just wouldn't stop.
I only ate them to stop the voices.
It was the voices I just couldn't stand.
But I showed them.
Polished off the whole fucking bag.
That'll learn 'em.
Who's in charge now, you little round fuckers?