Every Halloween they call
To me: those yellow, orange,
And white triangles from hell.
They're my addiction,
And I just can't help myself.
Candy corn is the devil.
Caren E. Salas
Prompt: write a "compulsion" poem. I know it's late for Halloween candy, but it is a recent compulsion, which I'm glad is over for another year. I know it's always around somewhere, but at least it's not down every aisle of the stores except during Halloween!
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