After class, we're walking out,
and across the hallway there's this table
filled with small cheeses, folded lunchmeats,
some brownies, but mostly
those white and yellow cheeses on toothpicks.
I stop, and I stare at them,
and when Randy takes one, I ask,
What're those for? and he says,
Doesn't matter, just take some,
and I think about it,
but there's a cop standing nearby,
so I just walk away instead.