Tearing Through the Hefty Bags

Tearing
Through the Hefty bags
Searching
For the miasma

Sifting through discarded rags
I've already tore through multiple bags
I won't stop until I find
What tasty pleasure lies inside

The stench is captivating
My heart's rapidly racing
How can something be so gross
Yet still, be appetizing?

Ripping, Tearing, Shredding, Searching
Frantically looking for something
I can smell It
I will find it

Pungent stench excites the nostrils
Remnants of a rotting sausage
Mashed potatoes, chicken nuggets
I think I hear someone coming
Chased off
With a baseball bat
For Tearing Through the Hefty bags



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