Cut cookies leap off of the pan,
Elated by their uniqueness.
White and pink frosting plastered on their smooth surfaces
Like a bursted bubble over lips.
Blue lights stripped their decorations.
The crumbling cookies inject themselves with
Serum of sameness – In a feeble attempt
To preserve their parts like cadavers in formaldehyde.
Forbid we insult taste buds with a flavor too sweet.