Oh, vile disgusting, unforeseen adventure
Repeatable, certainly, if one does not learn
the nature of your concealed hell
And of the suffering endured by all
who enter the shared fridge at their place
of business

Whispers of how preservatives preserve food
in appearance only; folly, thou art
the disconnect 'tween olfactory sense
and Gray matter

What, then, oh Goddess of intestinal fortitude is my course
Having so greedily and without regard
engorged over 6 ounces of expired spread?
How I long to level Philadelphia with a force
as great as the organisms excavating
my stomach lining