Mum comes over to check up on me.
House is full of plates.
The floor is thick with crumbs.
Im in the corner on a filthy mattress.
Chocolate all over my face.
Hundreds and thousands in my hair.
my skin is white with icing sugar.
ohohohoh I hate myself.
But its soooo good.
”You need to get of the cake, man!”
blaeerrughughuugh!!
I persist in this diabolical indulgence and throw my face into the cake and munch away.
ermahgerdd!!!
Mum sheds a tear 🙁
