I’m on the edge.
I’m on the edge of the middle.
It’s a constant food crusade.
I eat Doritos from the wrong end.
Eating them the hard way isn’t necessarily bad.
Real men eat Doritos the hard way.
Real men aren’t afraid of a challenge.
Real men blah blah blah.
The Edge

Raezyn,
This poem is very bizarre. However, I love the ending:)
Bizarre? lol, thanks
I enjoy Doritos
🙂