Rich
Make me a cake of chocolate cream
I want to eat it all
To bask in the flow of decadence
And stuff my belly full
Divine delight I am fraught with it
Sinister scent floats thick in the air
The heat and desire of a stars raging fire
Fully inspired with gluttonous mire
I have consumed the entire privilege
Flutter away you petty poor servants
Posted by Richard Handley at 11:38 PM
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