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