Ode to my Blessed Popcorn

Lighter then lard
constantly luscious
Bathing in pleasure
flavor humungous
Cheese covered daydream
or buttered like gold
plopping me down
like bread covered mold
My arm reaches deeper
looking for more
I don't make an effort
I've become a bore
Half in my mouth
and half on the floor
It's no wonder
I haven't got friends anymore.

fin