A Dangerous Rise in Demand
Breaking news has just announced
A worldwide shortage of cake.
Distraught dessert desirers of the
Night, how does it feel to want?
There is no frosting, there is no
Flour, there is no Duncan Hines.
In Gay Paree, fat chefs deflate,
Tapping wooden spoons like an
Executioner's tattoo across their
Mixing bowls. Birthday parties
lack a proper way to celebrate.
Our leaders seem now shiftless,
nervy-eyed hypoglycemics,
quick to faint, to blame invisible
hands, El Nino, Marxism, the taint
of insufficient spirituality for this
most material loss. Even Marie
Antoinette didn't have quite this
Problem, they think, sweating from
Their balconies. But we don't care.
Or think. Or hope. Standing slack-
jawed in the night, we want cake.
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