I was at a party yesterday/this morning. An hours worth of sleep + alcohol = not good writing material. To put it politely, I feel rather sluggish >.<
They say it's a sin
gluttony
but it's almost
too easy
to give in.
Eat what you want
hunger not the
main question
boredom gets the most
attention.
Craving,
paving
the way for the food
to enter your mouth.
Regret bites
at the pleasure
of the taste rolling
along the tongue
but not hard enough
to stop it from happening
again
and again.
Greed teases you
taunts you
questions your ability
on the things
that make you weak.
I might get a snack
Really?
I'm trying to be healthy
So no snack?
No, I'm OK.
You don't want any chocolate?
No, no, I'm OK
Chocolate . . .
And you give in
Will hangs his head
in shame
Greed rubs his belly
with glee
Hormones pout
she is a mix of
content and
horrified.
