Meditations on Donuts

Not all of the work that I did in college was QUITE so visceral.  I had a lovely roommate my sophomore year.  We shared just about everything, and I miss her terribly.  We had an inside joke that donuts were a gift from the gods.  So, out of that came the following:

Meditations on the Goddess of Doughnut

                        -or-

What passes through the novice worshiper’s consciousness during prayer

<chanted>

doughnut…

doughnut…

oh goddess of doughnut…

<Said impatiently>

for goddess sake

send me a divine revelation

and tell me your name

i’ve been sitting behind this

dunkin’ doughnuts for three days now

and people are starting to stare

and I need a shower and

I drank all my coffee

and I…

*doh!*

gotta sound devout

gotta sound devout

um…

<chanted>

doughnut…