Always A Use

By A Poem Guy

Snack that Smiles back,

Back at me,

Happily,

Crunch Crunch Crunch,

Delicious.

I like to think they enjoy being eaten,

They seem happy enough.

They certainly make me feel so.

For the snack that smiles back,

In all its lowercase glory,

Still has a use.

Crying kindergarteners,

Lazy tenaggers,

Exhausted parents.

There is always a use,

Even for glorified cheese toast.

Don’t buy me goldfish.