The doritos of great heaven,
have the cheese of simmering greatness   
that spices my tongue
on every tasty crunch.

The triangles of orangeness
powder my fingers
that hypes me up with hunger
and ready to eat chips.

The greatness taste that fills me every chip I have
and the last little crumbs that make me mad
At the end of the bag
Wanting me to get more
and trying to resist the urge
every time I am in the mood for food.

Though as I open a bag
there is no turning back from eating them
and into the deep darkness of love and heaven
that each and every chip takes me into.