Tearing Through the Hefty bags Searching For the miasma Sifting through discarded rags I've already tore through multiple bags I won't stop until I find What tasty pleasure lies inside The stench is captivating My heart's rapidly racing How can something be so gross Yet still, be appetizing? Ripping, Tearing, Shredding, Searching Frantically looking for something I can smell It I will find it Pungent stench excites the nostrils Remnants of a rotting sausage Mashed potatoes, chicken nuggets I think I hear someone coming Chased off With a baseball bat For Tearing Through the Hefty bags