Paula Deen Bakes Me A Cake

By Devin Devine

even though I told her I hate cake.
Which, how could I truly hate
cake, if I loved all the things comprised:

eggs, flour, sugar, cream cheese
frosting, butter. I simply hadn’t
ate the right cake. She had the best
cake recipe. Everyone who has
ate her cake has told her it was
amazing. Five star cake.

She slides a slice in front of me
with the same confidence
of an unsolicited portrait of yet
another dick in my inbox.

I wish all these greedy people
with butter covered bodies
would listen to me the first time.

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