ASMR of wrapper, ASMR of wrapper, ASMR of wrapper It’s a millennium’s worth of layer-peeling before access to the Rich peanut butter chocolate infusion of this classic treat The classic Halloween candy Of course, the tastiest allergy Grandma walks down Aisle 3: Breakfast staples Clear, adult goal of “Quaker Oats for precisely 3.75” She leaves you to pace in the adjacent lane with All the Winco bins, uncontrolled amounts of ‘childness’ You lovingly recall weighing the bag with big scoops of vanilla granola “Tie this green ribbon on for good luck!”, twisting the white wire Weee~ wooo~ the candy corn!!! Except your face turns gray at the sight No, not too much fondness compared to the mighty cereal And Hersheys and M&Ms and Twix Thousands of sucrose-, glucose-, fructose- coated elixirs in that line Waiting to be rejected by you out of remembrance for grandma (Who’s still in Aisle 3, by the way You can’t wait to teach her everything she needs to know to get her way in life) Yet society, yet society, yet society If only hierarchy were as clean as a pigmented candy The nobility of king and queen white as a pure droplet of snow Middle class men fiercely orange in their trade, in their skill Yellow mellow contributors, not minding their foundational impact Fruit and corn could be harvested around every corner Break, break, break Famous slogan of the baby cat with her clone spelled “K” The sole candy your mommy liked (or so you remember) as a 6-year-old It used to be bar, four, long, original, savoring and delish Now it dwindles to piece, two, short, flavors, a restriction It used to be TV, weekend evenings, parent-kid restaurant bonding Now it dwindles to friends, test-cramming, quick dinners complicatedly Just one of the many choices your mom picks (so you try) as a 13-year-old But not just your mom; choices float infinitely in the universe Symbolic Milky Ways appearing from ‘thin air’, protruding their trend to the globe We crowds forget to embrace their underlying solidity and quality We further can’t forget the Sour Patch Kids at lunchtime Perhaps a reminder of all those students searching for the patch of kid in them (Even more so when you consider sugar coats the acidity) Say less about the toddler boy holding his hands out for Skittles The princess-dress girlies “gum-chewing” on Starburst So colorful and sweet (If only facades could stay innocent) And you were but once a bully Snickers all too a many One little influence in this world, but words mean too many Definitions and constrictions of your soul, not free In the conclusion of things when they turn on you for being you You question why you can’t do the same when they weren’t being them (After all, in the eyes of a bully, Everyone is the bully) Knocking, knocking, knocking They seek that part of them that gives them tonight’s “happy” Yet I can’t offer it Not my lack of Trick-or-Treat humiliations Nor my poverty of inexperienced candy offers But the costumes shuffle and each distraction is a pound on my heart Swish, swish, swish OST in the atmosphere of the room lighted out You never got to enjoy that ice water and spooky twilight all those years ago So you only find the wind and moon to be a solace of your soul Even with the costume on, with the friends by, with the s’mores and the music high You only wished you could dig out where the neon things went Sure, joking about diabetes every morning But wouldn’t you not want it too? It reminds you even more of the hallowed sweets gone Leaving stilted wrappers in the classroom Grandparent, mom, store, restaurant, bully, eat it all Adult, society, cramming, room, not your candy Boo~! Boo~! Boo~! It’s time to face that roleplay once again Be just someone else for one more evening Or play as yourself, not accepting candy It’s your choice, blackness of sweet and neon of candy Because candy can be sweet, but no candy can be even better. For now. Happy Halloween 🙂
The Roar 