Entry Number Two, Week Eight: Rewrite poem. "Praise the Chocolate Shake."

“Praise the Chocolate Shake”

I praise the chocolate shake because of its seductive, powerful nature.

Goddess of frozen treats, the Aphrodite of the Dairy Diner

Which always serves as a temptress to my will.

The thick, creamy, cold, brown concoction aesthetically begins to tease my eyes.

My eyes plead with my hand to retrieve money.

Money is mean.

Money is selfish.

Money does not like to be spent.

But, then, one of the presidents sees my treats

The president smiles.

“Buy it, child. Devour it.”

I must oblige the dead.

I reach for the chocolate shake.

My fingers tingle.

I take one bite.

Savory

Instantly, my ass, thighs, and stomach get bigger.

Calories spread quickly.

Fat cells multiply, triple, quadruple

But the chocolate shake doesn’t care

She has conformed me, controlled me.

Oh, mistress, may I take another bite?

“You will be my disciple. Sing my songs. Praise my praises. Taste only me.”

I am no longer free thinking.

She lives within me.

-Abigail Lawrence J