Epicure

I forego tasteless economics
Common chocolate I destroy
 cheating myself unfulfilled
Savoring exquisite trifles fills
 my entire being with contentment
 as they go on triumphantly half–eaten
For so long, I’ve half–heartedly snacked about
 when I was hankering for just a bit
 of the richest delicacy
I want no banquet
 but break the bank for me
Permit my plate to remain sacrosanct
 embracing those dear
 morsels that suit me