They come in limited colors

The easiest ones to mix

Always consistent, each like the other

And symmetry allows sugar to affix

The ease of the rainbow

Going from bag, over tongue

Down intestinal narrows

Till all that remains

Is a brain feeling bee stung

I adore the sweet cheap jelly

As it sits, a colored swirl lump

Aging slowly in my belly

A persistent declared dump...

I hurry back to this room

Safe in this world of alone

Seeking only solace, prone

A respite from a day consumed

Surrounded by books and paper

The noise recedes outside my box

Secure from all imagined rocks

Riding out my gloomy nadir

It’s not the quiet

To which I aspire

It is instead

A muse so exquisite

That allows me to squire

All these words in my head...

All of these I admit

To vanity and gluttony of

the many sins I commit 

Of promising and pledging

Only to submit

To treachery and debauchery 

While bowing to the slit

And the secretly excited 

With the division of a split

To whit

I know the ark goes one direction 

As animals we explore the nether

On a timetable of a limited invention 

Pushing at my stall knowing

Sainted I will never be sanctioned ...