Death by chocolate

Once feeders at brie licks,
now over the edge,
they camp out
near Fudge Kitchen, kill time
baking brownies, eat
the whole panful, watch
Wee Willie Wonka replays,
pray for Valentine's Day year-round.
For kicks they beat each other
with chocolate chip nightsticks.
The more fanatic bite
lenses off malted cameras, gulp down
devil's food subpoenas,
throw Hershey's kisses to the crowd.
Their mouths gaping, tongues and uvulas
coated dark brown,
they become chocolate undertakers
licensed to mousse.

Timothy Pilgrim