Croutons in my salad
Fertilizing
The garden I will soon
Consume
Dresisng drenching everyone
And soon absorbed by lazy vegetable
Like a sponge
Licking the counters clean
Of the mess
Croutons quivering
As my fork descends
An undertaker
Choosing who shall die
As I sit there
Overthinking everything
Devouring
Slow and treacherous
Croutons and dressing
Slowly recieving
My malicious greeting