Drowning in chocolate

Someone said it was like water

for chocolate, but I didn’t know

of they meant thick water or

thin chocolate, or haps

think chocolate because

there’s always room

for chocolate, especially that

of the dark variety, but milk

will do in a pinch, and white,

well, white chocolate is

a misnomer, I mean, it’s not

even real chocolate, more like

butter with a chocolate texture

but not a chocolate taste.

“Help me! Help me! I’m drowning”

said the wicked witch who

might have survived but

she wasn’t drowning in chocolate.

But we are, in fact, drowning

in chocolate, because we’re

drowning in poetry, and

chocolate is like a poem, no?

It’s a break, a relief, a respite,

a distraction, a hobby, a fixation,

a focus, a passion, an addiction

the world simply must have

or else the world cannot function.

The world could never function

without its chocolate,

without its poetry,

no matter who is running

for President.

Chocolate isn’t like

an election, but that’s

another story.

Over at BuzzFeed, L.L. Barkat has an article on five daring ways to celebrate National Poetry Month in April. One of them is to eat chocolate.

Photograph by Bob Williams via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.