Hunting for Donuts

Mar 15, 2026

Hunting for Donuts

Aisle 7, 10 a.m.,

at the grocery hut.

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The snare is set.

We’re waiting.

The donut man will see.

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He’ll see the $20

I sacrifice for thee,

for carbs and glaze,

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for chocolate filling.

They’ll be mine,

all mine, you see.

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His footsteps

Squeak Squick Squirking

from the rain outside.

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He sees the cash.

It’s working!

Breath held. Inward sigh.

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He’s reaching down.

It’s working!

Donuts, so soon to be.

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Kersnap! Clamps shut.

He’s fleeing!

My twenty bucks is spent.

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Instead of gooey goodness,

I’ll have to eat a bagel--

that donut counterfeit.

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Ninjastroni

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