Stolen Chocolate

by Rita Webb
© 2001, all rights reserved.
Stolen chocolate, dodging landmines
Hiding from the middle-class cops
Not the ones in blue, but the spirit police,
The bourgeoisie morality fops

It's not an easy journey, faint hearts fall to earth
The ghost patrol is watching, full of pride
Condemning you for sharing your only loaf of bread
While claiming that the Lord is on their side

Following God's roadmap through a scratched-up prism lens
It isn't always clear where you should be
The splinters of consensus in the eyes of Man
Are definitely easier to see.

A dark path overgrown with dense and stringy vines
Along a riverbank of mossy slime
Snakes in every tree, piranha in the stream
A pocket knife to blaze a trail in time

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