Spaghetti Trouble
I am a spaghetti
I wonder why red slimy stuff is on me and my friends
I hear a girl licking her lips
I see that she is looking at me
I want her to stop
I am messy
I pretend that I am already bitten
I feel so weird
I touch my sauce and try to protect myself with it
I understand that so many people like pasta
I say, “Eating is what I was meant for.”
I dream that i will be ok in the girl’s tummy
