Dear Peddlers of Chocolate,
I have to take a second to tell you that you are a hazard.
Your wares are worse than crack or flesh or slangers of “happy pills”
made to make us forget ourselves and how we hurt.
My beautiful waist has been wasted on your product.
I cannot seem to fit into
as it was before you arrived in our neighborhood.
Please, do take your trade
and fuck off.
Love Ramona’s once lovely ass.
(c) r. l. elke