Donut
The donut splashed in the oil
And went slowly up
To take a breathe.
In the morning
it swam with the school of donuts,
Learning about different types of donuts.
In the afternoon
It swam merrily through
the oil, dodging odd bits of
junk food.
In the night it waits.
It waits for the silver spatula
to plunge into the oily depths
And fish it out.
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