It’s been a long time since I last had a cookie
Focus becomes inexplicable; hunger took reign as it arrived
Depravity wallows within walls, narrowed -emaciation; sweets deprived
Remembrance of the decadent delicacy eludes my mind
I close my eyes and imagine dough refined, deliciousness contrived
Logic is replaced with obsidian parallels
Thoughts from onyx, boiling over in desire’s jail cell
Where to excavate, and plunder kitchen cabinets –I cannot tell
And yet I rummage through my suffering, to no avail
Stomach’s insight in sight, sugar is a preference
Chocolate chip is tertiary, and what’s second equals irrelevance
Indulgence is a must, and satisfaction resembles imminence
I suppose you could say that I really want a cookie, more or less
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