Nutella Is Not Chocolate Poem by John W. McEwers

I thought I had tasted it all

Lime Jello
Ham
Olives
Burnt Marshmallows,

I thought my buds had seen the world

Ossobuco,
chicken fajita pizza
tomato soup and cheese whiz
Bathtub burgers,

But the world just stopped making sense
when I dipped an apple in this
jar of hazelnut hate.

It's like the meek finally did inherit the earth
It's like the trees started hugging back
and all the bullied, medicated, misunderstood
whiners
made the varsity team.

It's like the millenial masses
congealed into an androgynous Pol Pot
and lopped off the heads
of all my viable sperm.

It's like the whole human race was weathered
by a vast chasm of unrelenting depression
and cried into a jar of pencil shavings.

It's what you put on a s'more
if you want to get that s'more
beat up by other s'mores.