o- The Irony of the Spoon -o

I found this in some of my old stuff. I wrote it years ago when I was like, nine. I was eating chocolate pudding at the time (hence the first line) and we had just gotten new silverware. Yeah...

I taste the thick chocolate pudding.

It is not sweet,

        Nor bitter,

                It is just the way I like it.

The feel of the new spoon,

Stainless steel,

        Is strangely smooth

                Against my tongue.

My tongue is too often possessed

By the mute known as Sin,

        It conceals itself within the walls

                Of my mouth.

But the brilliant, smooth spoon sits,

Hanging upon the wall.

        It will surely rust, for

                It is too pure for evil tongues.

Author's Note

does the "sweet or bitter" statement make sense? I mean, we're talking about chocolate pudding here. but, I gotta say, even though I was nine, I had a point. my aunt made some pudding...whoa. apparently its possible to make bitter, and I mean BITTER, chocolate pudding. that statement wasn't random, but it seems so to me without the backstory. thoughts?