Just Desserts

(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.