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To Be a Whopper

  • baccusdestini
  • Dec 22, 2024
  • 1 min read

To Be a Whopper


When did things change?


Harder than rocks,

Layered in a thin shield of milk chocolate,

Once loved by all.


Children dress as shimmering translucent ghosts,

Hunched wart-faced witches and warlocks,

Or princesses in puffy gowns that made them resemble cupcakes,

Frolicked to me with smiling orange totes,

Yellow-beige whooper candies,

Filled their baskets to the brim.


Now I am ignored,

Whoppers by the dozen in a humble black dish,

Flicked away for petite Kisses,

Buried alive under savory Reese’s,

Unwanted.


When did things change?

 
 
 

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