Just Desserts
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(poems go here) I have a deep obsession with pudding, pudding completes me.
Many people don’t quite understand what it means to me.
The vernacular at which this treat speaks to me is on a plane that others may find erratic but many don’t understand.
The masses at which pudding exceeds devours me, pudding knows my inner most being.
My voracious soul maintains a consistent, deep longing for it, it is my dessert
My just desserts, I deserve this, I serve this dish!
Without pudding I am nothing.
A deep underlying meaning may be possible within the context of this poem, but no.
Sometimes pudding is pudding.
My just desserts.