Anything… Everything…
All
good things in moderation.
Songs
we sing,
Food
we bring
In
austere consideration.
Worrying…
Flurrying…
Hurrying
to reach the end while
Mothering
and smothering
In
ways no one can comprehend.
Gluttony
says to me,
“Have
your fill. Enjoy temptation.”
But
the relish of ambrosia
Wields
an untoward consequence.
Staving
cravings, not so easy,
Tested
by such sweet sensations.
Desperate
for overkill to
Acquiesce
to common sense.
Less
is more
For
what’s in store, and
Greed
is need when unrestrained.
And
why must we
Feint
debauchee
When
beckoned to abstain.
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