Cupcakes are meant br to be savored. br Devoured. br Loved and br deflowered. br They're not meant br to be chewed, br turned-on-your-tongue, br used, br just for the flavor; br I say, br they are meant br to be savored. br They should find their way br into your guts. br And, br with any luck, br you fell in love, br when you swallowed br those crumbs. br It's a pity br a confection br should wind up br in a garbage can, br on account of br your gluttonous guilt. br But I know how you love br your deprived, righteous will. br I'm hurt you wouldn't eat me br for fear someone sees. br Or someone finds out br you indulged br in me. br You'd rather I wind up br -anonymous- br with the rest of br your lunchtime trash. br I'm not angry, br you can't be, br in the bottom br of a barrel. br When you're made up br for ingestion br You're disposed of br or digested. br I suppose br given the two, br I'm happy to have avoided br the intestines.