A pudding day

A pudding day
Is when you starve yourself

Eating as little as possible
Focussing on other things

Then leave your house
Under the cover of darkness

Raiding petrol stations
For chocolate and sweets

Coming home,
No - feasting on the way

But coming home
And gorging

Teeth crunching on hard toffee
Gliding into chocolate

Tongue rasping over sours
Saliva creating seas in your mouth

The pleasure release as you swallow
Your mouth's cargo escalating down

And unloading in your happy stomach
Now distending

Cargos of skittles, galaxy
And Mars, like some extra-terrestial melting pot

It all ends in the same way
The pleasure of anal release

And your have survived the onslaught
Of the Klingon ships to feed another day.