Gooey Decima

Garish chocolate oozes on hands
stolen by a sweeter steel wrong.
To higher humans: we belong
to supply great back home demands.
On justly hauls for haughty glands 
our story for children fizzles
with conviction's merchant drizzles,
our body rightness wrestled down
ignoring creatures we let drown;
ego statues haunt our chisels.