I’m not an alien I am human.

I’m not a monster I am human.

I am not an animal I am human.

I don’t deserve death for what I did

I guess I hit a nerve there

Now I have to serve time for what I did

I ate it

And I didn’t hate it

The enchilada dip was good okay

See I let it slip because I’m fine with the truth

You don’t have to become a sleuth dear reader

Because I’ll say it you don’t even have to pay for it

It was two years expired and that blew everyone’s minds

That I ate the whole jar still

I would eat it in my car still

I would eat it even if I was far

Away from the bathroom still

Knowing it was past its time and past its prime

Still