popcorn vs ride cakes

tonite was a split decision
with kale soup and three grain bread.
if you buy the tequila, ill pay you back
instead of all that lonesome humor
gone to waste, paper in a fire.
 . i will admit
to the munchies. that much is unquestionable
but this burning mouth cries lemonade
popcorn, something a little less foreign
while waiting for the night to begin where we are.
curled deep in a sleep that rightful worlds
extend past ladies nite grinds into love me do's
that surpass chart top  success.

did i mention the ants don't like the artisan
chips?  i'd personally like some guacamole
or salsa. they're a bit dry. the mom bakes
cookies in the toxic kitchen. i've asked
for some help cleaning in the morning
but no one knows what the weather will be like then..
i figure the baby could use a break
from 15 hour sleep cycles. lord knows
where daddy's been now he's got his truck
and his license back but he needs to get his ass
over here and pick up his daughter
so she doesn;t sunt like a sunless flower.
meanwhile i'll just eat these chocolate chippers
and thank god for normal pursuits
even if god is the munchies that lurk in the weeds.