Chicken

I ate, but I was still hungry.
I pulled a piece of frozen
chicken from a bag that was
in the freezer.
Yeah, the bag said it was cooked,
but I cooked it again. No, I didn't just
warm it up - I cooked it.
And when it was looking almost
burnt, I put some cheese on it.
Something called "Chipotle Cheddar"
that I got on a Costco foray.
And it tasted good.
And I didn't feel bad
that I cooked that chicken
a second time.
I didn't feel bad at all.