I really wanted chocolate.
Maybe even some jolly ranchers.
Candy.
I wanted some fucking candy.
But all I had were apples.
Healthy, crunchy apples.
As I stood in my kitchen,
taking unenthusiastic bites
chewing with resignation
I realized
What a poor substitute.
Like going home drunk and alone.
But still horny.
Having to fight through inebriation
for an unsatisfactory climax.
My apple was a sloppy masturbatory attempt at satiation.
*sigh*
Happy New Year.
But Otherwise Fine 