Never have I smelt something so deliciousBut never have i made something so maliciousThe taste is just as delightful as the smellBut the process in which you make it is truly HellYou tear off the plastic of the paper bagFeeling so ecstatic, feeling oh so gladYou open up the door to your microwave boxYou can already smell the golden butter, it really really rocksAs you shut the door and press the Popcorn buttonYou smell the popcorn butter as it floats around the kitchenButter Satisfaction enter your noseYou know that it’s amazing. Orange Juice Blows!It’s an orgasmic experience to say the leastAs it’s in the microwave you’re filled with anxietyPopping, Popping, Popping, you begin to ponderPopping, Popping, Popping, you’re filled with wonderBut what’s this? There’s still two minutes left?Surely you can’t handle all of the pain and the stressThe smell is so bold and agonizing, you cannot let it rest“I need more!” You scream, heart beating in your chestIt is too much for you to handle, Surely you’re not ableThe smell is oh so gratifying, but your taste buds are not stableToo much golden, bold, and buttery pleasure you cannot tasteFor the smells free but the source is close... soon to meet its fateYou cry and whine and beg and pleadFor the smell to end and you to be set freeFrom the Gold, Bold, Rich, Delicious, Warm, Silky SmellAs indescribably that smell is, surely it is from Hell.