I bought some squash at the store today, Mike.
I was at a not-so-refined establishment
Late in the day
He bumped around in my bag,
filled my thoughts noisily and pierced my plans with derision.
I planned on eating him happily.
Later in the day,
I ravaged its putrid insides
I pulled out everything that sustains life within him, Mike.
It was just skin, I reasoned. Just rough and bumpy exterior
He had hurt me before just as badly as I was hurting him!
It was perfect–all he needed was a dash of pepper.
Would you like to try, Mike?