My Crumbling Moral Code

hard to crack but crumbled straight
my heart pumps blood around my plate
to buy one’s love interest a chocolate with a very human centre
I live a limpet of deceit
Jangle all the rules with pocket sized thumbs
Clandestino on your journey

droplets red suggest infirmity

Is it wrong to have a bride in every port?

Don’t touch meat or Nestl? but numb with white washed bloodstained
Erythroxylon coca

liquid lunch for a competitive liver

I live by the book that I threw in the river