The Chocolate Rebellion [TrYa Chocoholics Event]

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Your body wants it! Hand it over right now!
Don't think a dry rice cake will quiet the growl.
If you bypass the chocolate, you are picking a fight—
You’ll trip over flat ground or flip over your bike!
Don't bargain with berries, it won't go as you planned,
Put the real sugar monster right into your hand!

I got scared of my muscles, so I raided the stash,
Trying defensive eating to prevent a new crash.
Downed a tub of Greek yogurt, chewed a string-cheese string,
Stuffed three cold pita pockets, didn't fix a damn thing.
The rebellion escalated, my equilibrium broke,
I slipped on a dust bunny, thought I was having a stroke.
Tangled up in the curtains, took down the whole rod,
Because a jar of dill pickles cannot please the sweet god!

I’m surrounded by wrappers, exhausted and weak,
With the grease of a string-cheese still stuck to my cheek.
I can’t fight the rebellion, I’m waving white flags—
I’m dumping the drawer filled with candy-shop bags.
No more fake substitutions, I’m ending the war,
I am tearing the foil as I drop to the floor.

It hits my tongue and immediately starts to melt,
The greatest sensation that a human ever felt.
Rich, dark, and velvety, coating my mouth,
Sending the panic and the chaos straight south.
A wave of pure euphoria washes through my chest...
My kneecaps stopped shaking, my brain is at rest.
The room stopped tilting, my ears are back online.
Crisis averted. Everything is fine.

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Some fitness guru on my feed was flashing a smile, Saying, "Swap out the cocoa, let's adjust your lifestyle! If you're craving some choc, chew an almond instead." So I tried it, and gravity immediately fled. My left ankle snapped sideways, I went over a chair, Face-first in the drywall, legs up in the air. My own thighs went on strike, locking up like a vice: "Keep feeding us nuts, and you're gonna pay the price!" Your body wants it! Hand it over right now! Don't think a dry rice cake will quiet the growl. If you bypass the chocolate, you are picking a fight— You’ll trip over flat ground or flip over your bike! Don't bargain with berries, it won't go as you planned, Put the real sugar monster right into your hand! I got scared of my muscles, so I raided the stash, Trying defensive eating to prevent a new crash. Downed a tub of Greek yogurt, chewed a string-cheese string, Stuffed three cold pita pockets, didn't fix a damn thing. The rebellion escalated, my equilibrium broke, I slipped on a dust bunny, thought I was having a stroke. Tangled up in the curtains, took down the whole rod, Because a jar of dill pickles cannot please the sweet god! Your body wants it! Hand it over right now! Don't think a dry rice cake will quiet the growl. If you bypass the chocolate, you are picking a fight— You’ll trip over flat ground or flip over your bike! Don't bargain with berries, it won't go as you planned, Put the real sugar monster right into your hand! I’m surrounded by wrappers, exhausted and weak, With the grease of a string-cheese still stuck to my cheek. I can’t fight the rebellion, I’m waving white flags— I’m dumping the drawer filled with candy-shop bags. No more fake substitutions, I’m ending the war, I am tearing the foil as I drop to the floor. It hits my tongue and immediately starts to melt, The greatest sensation that a human ever felt. Rich, dark, and velvety, coating my mouth, Sending the panic and the chaos straight south. A wave of pure euphoria washes through my chest... My kneecaps stopped shaking, my brain is at rest. The room stopped tilting, my ears are back online. Crisis averted. Everything is fine.

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