Staring me right in the eyes
is the devil—
devil’s food cake, I mean.
There are as many reasons why
I should succumb to the delectable demon
as there are luscious layers.

Dieting is overrated anyhow;
The constant screaming in my brain
of “Want! Want! Want!”
will surpass any will power built through starvation.

Everything from the rich, creamy frosting
to the filling, fluffy, succulent cake
is calling for the touch of my lips
and won’t stop until it gets what it wants.

Value of happiness
is only measured by the amount
of the smooth, mouth-watering
heavenly chocolate consumed.

Imagine a world without it;
An apocalyptic catastrophe
There’s nothing in comparison
not jewels, nor the National Treasury.

Long-lived sugar highs
that shatter the dull moments in life
And leave a thrill that fades
Until my teeth brush against the devil once again.