One last square

One last square

My eyes squeezed closed
Sweat drips from my nose
While my toes curl in despair.

I grasp at nothing
Slightly disgusted
For alas there is but one last square

Spaghetti with meatballs
Chocolate waterfalls
Polished with a creamy eclair

On my plate it looked stunning
Now I get what's been coming
alas there is but one last square

And so I retreat
To the porcelain seat
And devise a plan while there

When none comes to mind
No comfort I find
Iocked in gaze with one last square

I finally decide
There is nothing to hide
And ready to leave ass bare

When under the door
My saviour gave more
"I know" says a voice " the one last square."