Die -
sticky sweet brown fingers
that leave prints on the keyboard
Perish -
fructose laden haven.
You have ravaged my self control
evilly enslaving me over the batter bowl
laden with brownie mix or cookie dough.
You're addictive -no doubt -
but what you "add" one can do without!
My taste-buds mourn your absence
so my waistline might celebrate.
Because when the pleasure of cocoa is gone
It's trace lingers ever round me.
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