A diet-induced hallucination.
“This ain’t no studio for MTV”.
The chocolates at the checkout
Have personalities.
They beckon and call out
“How bout tryin some a these?”
I don’t have the heart
To ignore their heartfelt cries.
I’m allowed more chocolate anyway
Since cutting down on pies.
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