Life seems cruel after school reduced priced lunch —
bologna, gruel, day old bread munched the way
you hope someday to taste chocolate crunch
bar — not nibbled, wasted on an unbirthday.
Life could be delicious everyday. Pause
a moment, wrought iron gate, molecules
of chocolate permeate nostrils that cause
base belly groans unsatisfied when you
get home — cabbage supper boiled, rations spare.
Dessert is stories seven share. Invent
confections. Hope is chocolate in the air;
you can smell it everywhere — torment
to those who have forgotten its rich taste,
a torture manufactured in this place.