Eating creamy cubes of milk chocolate
I cannot desist,
The whole bar will be no longer,
But there are more—storage rooms are full
Craving for sugar—even as a crystal dune laying on a spoon—
Can be killed with dry salt,
But why cancel the calling sweetness of grand pyramids—
The multi layered cakes?
Sadly, to much of my dissatisfaction,
The effects of such consumption
Are powerful like clenched fists dirty with flour
And severe like sharp kitchen knives
I became heavy,
Unlike the paper-thin, model-slim screen
Which laughs mockingly,
As it’s the giver of all the tempting, colorful unoriginality
And the killer of our novelty
I bite vigorously on the spoon,
Its steel is hard;
I broke a tooth.