Stephen C. Kozlowski (superstephen) wrote in puddin_time,
Stephen C. Kozlowski
superstephen
puddin_time

My Poem for Harkin's

It can be dark; brown as earth, yet smooth, smooth as the finest of garments.

 

It

 Is

  Trapped!

 

Imprisoned in a clear, plastic cell. It is but a fetus; cut off from the world so cold.

 

It is pure; untainted.

 

                        The veneer is peeled away, it is exposed.

 

It flows into the mouths of the masses,

It penetrates their being.

The dragons of the world are vanquished for a fleeting moment

As it rolls across one’s palate.

 

A void              is filled by rich chocolate;

It engulfs the woes of man, suffocating them.

 

 

           ALAS!

 

The      Well            Has            Run            Dry!!!

Its sweet nectar extracted.

All is as it was… Bleak… Sorrowful…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MORE

           

PUDDING,

                       

 

PLEASE!!!
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