This Evil Bag Of Chips Poem by Chuy Amante

You evil bag so plump and full, my bane,
you nasty slut, your walls I'll drain.

How long do you think this tease will last?
I'll pick you up, and on my table, you, I'll cast.
Tearing away, your cover, I'll get right to your flesh,
I grab you, nibble you, stuff you in my mouth, so fresh!
I can't touch you a bit and then walk away,
Your entirety I must have now, your allness I will slay.
There are other options, better off I would always be,
leaving you on the store shelf, lonely for eternity.