Cake

‘Twas no mistake,
But it was mine to make.
A sweet one it was.
It took a while to bake:
Yellow layers
Wrapped in frosting,
With Bacon crumbled on Cake.
My mind was deceived
By what it perceived
But the flavor
Cut too deep to be fake.
When it first took my eyes,
I tried to deny it.
I tried to shunt my vision.
My act turned a riot.
Everything fell apart,
But it all fell into place.
How it all came to me,
Like it was all meant to be,
Was my destiny;
Make no mistake.

Kurtis Lunz

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