A Lie about Postmodern Cookies

(There was a plate of hybrid cookies- like Oreo chunks in the chocolate chip, etc- at lunch today and a guy said "Those cookies are so postmodern.")

Postmodern cookies.
a little joke I
laugh at and
then I want to
throw up want
these cookies
to be in a bar or
a field,
burned in a
bonfire, uneaten
destroyed
cooked-
made by throwing flour
and sugar in
fistfuls, baking in
hellfire
a vicious oven.
and this all needs
edit edit edit (ing)
that's all and I'm
so
so
(or/and maybe I'm just
delirious with hunger
for the hybrid cookies?
I'ts ambiguous.)
I'll stuff my face.
One day I'll claw
out of here.
One day oreos will
do it for me.