expulsion: product of revoltion

you are the chip bag
I left open that
accidentally got kicked
and hidden underneath the couch
and after a month of apathy
I muster the moxy to clean
and pull you out
my excitement spikes
momentarily
for I have almost forgotten
the flavor
that I once craved
so I reach inside
and take a handful
and bite in to taste you

disappointed, I find
that just like the day
I kicked you under the couch
to begin with
you lack substance
and are stale and tasteless
but for reasons
unknown even to me
I keep on chewing
even while choking on you
and swallow you down whole
I am surprised later
when I am expelling
your poison from my system
to find you even more rancid
the second time around