Cupcake Revolution

Little morsels of heavenly delectability
Reside in a pantry unmolested and cold
These confections would scream out if they had the ability
"Eat us hastily, lest we gather dreaded mold!"

They lay there for days, then weeks, and then years
Begging for somebody to devour the bunch
Soon, something arises that compounds these fears
It came in the form of a sickening cruch

A bag of chips lay half-eaten on the table
And the baked good protested with fervor,
"How dare they replace those who are willing and able
With those filled with salt and preserver!"

The cupcakes soon had it, their oppression was done
They rose up and attacked in a pack
Jumping down throats of the daughter and son
Of the parents who had hidden them way in the back