Fruitless LaborsA Poem by Dripping Chocolate MadnessJust try and stop me.If I were human, like the rest And not a chocolate bar I'd go to town, so finely dressed And park my fancy car I'd walk the street, with gifts in hand To offer you a token Of what the chocolate bar was like Before the bar was broken I'd find your door, and there I'd knock And we would finally meet With disappointment in your eyes Because I wasn't sweet. So don't you question my M.O. Or ask about my plan Because I'd rather be a chocolate bar Than a salty, aging man.
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StatsAuthorDripping Chocolate MadnessWandering, RIAboutNot a writer, but I do it anyway. I'm also not a chef, musician, masseuse, guidance counselor, philosopher, or survivalist. But again: never stopped me before. I DO, however, happen to be a giant p.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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