Dirty Juanita
From the cupboard, she calls
says "Let me nourish your soul...
give you a fat ass..."
I have a slight addiction to Juanita's Tortilla chips. Have you had them? Then you know. They are the heroin of the tortilla world, an opiate analgesic made with corn and lard and salt. Yes my darling Juanita, I hear you calling. I have been on a diet for two months, but you have made me forget all about it. I will drive to the store to buy your festively-colored bag of maize love even though I know our relationship is doomed. I will bring you into my house again and again, even though the next day I feel disgusted with myself, ashamed, sick to my stomach. I will hate myself tomorrow for devouring your oily crunchy goodness, but tonight Juanita, you are mine.
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