Diabeticose
These sessions will be the death of me:
If not the paths through forests of degeneration
and of age, these ample tables of cake and wine
will do, will simply take my hand
and lead me to the doom that is my fate.
But O, I cannot hold back the need
that fills me when I see those plates
piled high with sweetness and delight
when, even out of sight,
the mind has the capacity to foreswear,
can weigh this nearly psychopathic need
against a real necessity to care;
But when the antithesis of restraint
sets taste buds firing
all binds upon rational thinking
are loosened,
and the ravenous beast beneath
is freed for frivolous eating.