melted frosting

You are a fool if you think I am talking about cupcakes.
Maybe I can accept the guilt associated with licking the top of the cupcake. But I wanted to take a bite of it too.Maybe I wanted to eat the whole cupcake. But I stopped. Maybe I wanted to gorge on the entire pan full until I went into diabetic shock. But.............
It was national do not nibble a cupcake day.
I wanted someone to share my happiness with as I munched on the sweet crumbly delight. I invited people over. We were supposed to sit at the table enjoying our cupcakes while the rest of the world outside dutifully fasted.
Penance is for those that are repenting. I am not sorry I licked the bottom of the icing bowl.
For a long time it was against the law to create and/or consume cupcakes. Then someone decided that was wrong. This infuriated the anti cupcake people. So it is only illegal some of the time.
I thought I was going to get away with my sugar coated crime. I really did. I must have used too much blue food coloring because after we cleaned up after the party I went outside. My tongue was stained the prettiest stain of pastel azure.
Uh oh.
Bad cupcake eater! Bad! I am in deep shit now. I stand and gaze at myself in the mirror. My eyes are the same color as the inside of my mouth.
I fear that I will never again be able to consume a cupcake. I can feel the transference of the burden of their condemnation weighing on me like a ton of bricks.
I think to myself the next time I take a crap that the brown terd floating in the commode could pass for creamy frosting if I put it in a blender and mix it up real good. I fantasize about making poo cupcakes and serving them to those that seek to indict me.
I will need sugar and flour and blue food coloring. Lots and lots of blue food coloring.