When We Die We Go To Chocolate

I believe that when we die we go to chocolate.

Depictions of heaven with the clouds and angels,
Actually melt in my milkshake fountains.
If i could eat one thing
With no future implications
That one thing would be ‘bad’.

I’m surrounded by snacks,
Suffocating in succulent sweets,
Treats,
Taunting my daunting weaknesses,
I think this is,
A ploy,
A plot,
A scheme coming straight from the Tooth Fairy who might be low on inventory,
Oh the glory
Of unwrapping
Those delectable delights,
Sprite size bites that invite so politely
I think every day that I might be
Caving in,
Tapping the mat,
Saying “uncle” to chocolate sin,
I’m only in the freakin’ office and I CAN’T WIN…

There’s bagels and butter and cinnamon pound cake,
My bones shake
And I refuse to partake,
But the essence emanates,
And penetrates,
It’s a sensory earthquake
That’s worth taking everything
And sinking
My teeth
Into heaven…

Chips and dip,
Popcorn salty lips,
Cereal,
Granola bars,
Truffles and cookies,
I book the,
Other way
But “Hey, diet –
Looky, looky”
I’m playing hookie… making nookie
To the bowls of kisses
That give
Starburst flavored hugs,
Pastries and wrapped Doves,
I love
Pretzels, muffins, handfuls of trail mix
Now I need Red Bull to stay up and finish it!

So why is it?

That when I Google ‘office snacks’
The first page of results relate to the word “healthy”?
Please help me
Understand,
Because I’m on an island,
Stranded in no-mans-land,
With a self-serving demand,
A personal reprimand,
To put food in my mouth when I’m hungry
But be
Eating something I can stand!

What the heck is healthy?
Everything branded that way is kind of stealthy!
Labels are deceptive
So the population is receptive,
Not quite perceptive,
And I’m standing out here like a lone dog skeptic
With a hectic
Craving
That can’t be kept in.

But fuck that shit
Because I’m a fighter,
The sole decider
Of whether or not to bite a,
Piece of the pie that I can swallow,
Or just wait for lunch
It’s only an intangible that’s packing that punch,
So I’ll crunch some data and hit the alphas and betas
There’s a way ta
Avoid everything that’s in my face,
It’s will power, Conscious over matter,
That keeps my head held high
And my persona embraced…

But when I die,
I will go to chocolate.

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