Supper is just around the corner.
If it fits in the mouth, it’s food.
Yes, I can eat the whole thing.
They are making that roast for me.
I am one with the hamburger wrapper.
Gravity is on my side.
I can will that plate to the floor through the power of intense staring.
I am sincere, and food always comes to the dog who is sincere.
My desire for it makes me worthy of the pork chop.
Any moment now, the trash will be left unguarded.