Commissary

An inmate mumbled he dreamt of snacks

All the others heard was their list of tasks.

But, he insisted he preferred kombucha.

Another ludic intoned; I betcha!

The menu has sugar packets

instead of little chocolates.

When in realization at the electric fence

Fruit leathers offered an eclectic dispense.

Yum, yum, the bourgeoisie’s palate zings.

The Cellie is jealous of the delicious offerings!

Enjoy a bowl of words from snacky the snarky.