Need a chocolate, need to plop
a sweet delight into my mouth
to satisfy the urgent desire for
escape from being stuck in my
body in space and time, I’m
off to the first den of iniquity
where all souls are caught by
sticky stuff, go down into perfidy
with sweet explosions in my mouth,
once my blood sugar is going up
and down, all circuits overloaded
to perfection, I’ll face the words
that threaten me by their cold and
boring objectivity, words that jar
my nerves and drive me to distraction
with their unemotional meaninglessness,
I’ll pin my restless spirit and rebellious
heart down by blasting my mind away
with something sweet and chocolaty…
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