After a long hard day on the job
Feeling down trodden and beat
All that it is that I can think of
Is getting off my dog tired feet

But first a little pleasure stop
Down at the local market place
So while I'm sitting on my derriere
I'll have something to stuff my face

Of course you know the conclusion
My taste buds they always come to
The perfect of all combinations
One on which you never can lose

I'm talking peanut butter and chocolate
The true fantasy of men
I prefer mine in little droplets
Better known as peanut butter m&m;'s

I fell straight into a chocoholic mode
Ripping the bag open as contents explode
No turning back as I mindlessly grab
Giggling like a crazed Dennis Rodman in drag

Then it slapped me right smack in the face
Something not right going on in this place
As I gazed upon what looked like to me
A regular m&m; in my bag of ecstasy

I couldn't believe what sat before my eyes
Have I been fed a bunch of white chocolate lies
My mouth hangs open truly amazed
With milk chocolate drool all over my face

I rufuse to let this travesty go unresolved
With my stationary shaped like butterfly wings
I shoot off a letter to the corporate boss
Telling of the trauma he has caused me

I want answers and I want  them right now
Asking nothing less than the mysteries of life
How could anyone be so careless
As to let a regular m&m; slide by

Said they need people like me with keen eyes
Offered me work in their quality control booth
Now after months and months on the job
Even the thought of chocolate makes me want to puke

All those madmen buying bunches of  flowers
on Valentines Day,
tables double booked at the Restaurant
weekend Brugge chocoholic confession
yet all my cat wants is to be stroked
the gentle purring of the unfazed
overlooking my patio  
and pots of love lies bleeding.

Knee deep in snow I walk.
Listening to the wind
in the trees,
flying snow
everywhere.
Silent the sound.
Just the rustling
of tree limbs
flying snow.

I walk through the forest
cleansing my my mind.
Squirrels in the trees
chattering at my presence.
Crows in the sky,
not a cloud In the scene.

Further I walk,
heading for the pond.
A Red Fox crosses my path.
Beautiful!

****** snow I plow through.
I float away
in the world that I'm in.

The pond now in sight
I ponder the scene.
Wind whipping the snow
across the pond,
huge snow monsters
I see.


Stepping onto the ice
cracking sounds
can be heard.
I step back,
deciding a better path
I need find.

I return home
to the sounds of the day,
cold and refreshed.

Sitting by the fire,
hot chocoholic In hand.
Reflecting and smiling
at my time in the woods.

compulsively drip and run
down my fingers and into my mouth

someone please
count my fingers
and toes
lord knows, one may
be missing
if they are covered in chocolaty
brown gold

chocoholic, is my Hall of fame
covered in chocolate is my
sugar brown dream