Why I Ate The Chocolate Bar
Because Oprah told me not to.
Because you couldn't stop me.
Not because Eve ate the apple. I'll invent my own sins, thanks.
Because I didn't get laid last night. Thanks for nothing, Eve.
Because my mouth was empty save for dry, tasteless words.
Because at twenty I was drunk on life and thumbed from D.C. to L.A.
Because my life is half over.
Because I don't ride a Harley.
Because I'm chained to a desk all day.
Because we used to roam forests.
Because chocolate bars in the grave will taste like dirt and worms