When I'M Bored
Through the fog of tedium
My thoughts turn to you
You dusky seductress
Wrapped in silver sheets
Waiting to melt at my lips
I cannot resist your call
Though you lead me
to this fattened state
I’ll readily accept my fate
I’m yours oh perfect chocolate
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