The corridor and puffy cheetos
I chew on cheetos the space filling in my teeth in the corridor
The squishy substance addictive and delicious
My dentist repulses at the sight of the orange monstrosity in my teeth
I chew on cheetos in the space filling my teeth in the corridor
Sipping on apple juice and filling the halls with untied shoelaces
I pick out the gunk out of my teeth and runaway from the corridor
But tomorrow I will chew on cheetos in the space of the corridor
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