I love bad boys,
not the kind that behave badly,
but the ones gone bad,
the rotten ones.

Dig in. Dig in.

Sometimes you find perfection,
—or very nearly—
something, someone
to get you through
a bad night,
another day,
a lifetime.

Sometimes ...
the whole thing 
makes you sick. 

But you have to eat, 
right?
Well, the rotten ones
are free.