Monday Sonnet: Lindt D'Or

I hate those fucking Lindt D’Or chocolates,
Each time I eat one, I’ve the sense that I’ve
Committed sacrilege. Those wrappings drive
Me crazy: who the fuck in hell ornates
Their food like it’s the throne of the messiah?!
(The Magi, maybe, would have been exceptions,
But since they were not given good directions,
They got lost and ate their gifts. They’d try a
Quick stunt with weeds and gold instead). – Now,
We know that chocolates possess extensive
Qualities, not least when moods are low,
But they’re not transcendental, and to pensive
Minds at work no deeper thoughts bestow.
(In brief – by God – just make them less expensive).