My Last Hostess That’s my last twinkie on the shelf Witness to sad tastes by myself. That piece a loner, now: Metal baker’s hands Turned busily a day and there it stands. Late Ding Dongs partner and Wonder Bread, Witness and behold the loss with dread. Morsels sugar plump and chemically dense Were addictions for crowds immense. Health nuts call these delicacies junk Harsh judgments of some organic monk. Natural food agent rang not this death knell. Capitalist vultures gnawed Hostess to hell.