Bad Taste

It tastes a little bit like month-old teriyaki. I want to spit it out, but I can't, because that would be a waste. Still, I can't wrap my mind around swallowing it either, so it sits in my mouth, foul and slimy, waiting for my next move. It's the first time my food has stared me down. My face srcews up in a grimace, my throat and tongue work furiously, and I finally swallow it down. I have to get an english muffin to deal with the taste left in my mouth. That was the worst jerky ever.