My childhood was blissful and happy.
Filled with blissful and happy things.
I had a friend as a young child.
He didn't come around very often...
For some reason, our fun together was rare.
Yet, when we were together, it was wonderful.
I always enjoyed our sweet time together.
Just recently, I saw him again on campus!
I ran to the woman who held him, and graciously asked if he was free.
She said yes!
He was free!
And so I picked him up and held him tightly to my chest before I took off all his wrappings.
Overjoyed, we reacquainted ourselves among tears.
I zealously thrust the fat end into my mouth.
But Blow-Pop had changed over the years...
He sliced my tongue open, mixing the sugary grape-ness with the irony taste of blood.
And all I could think about was...
Wow he sucks now...