You cleaned your car
It had been weeks
Seems that you found
The source of the stink
Gallon of milk
Flew from the bag
Slid out of sight
Now it's gone bad
Now it's my turn
Tip the whole can to show dominance
I pull my prize from the laceration in the bag
Simply Devine
I see the chunks jiggle and shake from inside
I've never seen such a thing
I grab the jug
By its handle and then I stand it upright
The things about to burst
Curdled and warm
The taste of milk that's thickened
Chunky and bold
Is all crave on my tongue
Curdled and warm
The milk has gone off
But I cannot complain
In the dumpster
That's where I'll be
If you come near
Surely I'll flee
Bloated, Swollen
Leaking some gas
I twist the cap, and in a flash
It erupts
Raining thick curds
All on my fur
My favorite thing
Licking it clean
Licking it all off me