The Mr. Goodbar

The Mr. Goodbar 

In a mixed bag of chocolates 
I saw him and hoped, from afar
he was not ashamed to be
the Mr. Goodbar

In this home, he has probably
always been chosen last
in a game of grabbing
by a sweet-toothed family

I saw him and I realized
I had no idea who was—
never knew his chocolate;
never tasted his peanuts

After careful consideration, 
I decided he was The Best
The man always standing
whilst the others digest


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