Ode to Cookie

Temptation – starvation is taking control.
Salvation – resistance will save my soul.
I hear footsteps descending, could it possibly be
Margaret, Igor, and Octavia D?
It’s sitting in front of me, but I must resist.
If I let myself down I’ll get really pissed?
Why did I write that question mark there?
I’m going insane, I’m way out there.
Alas, I must go and see if they’re alright.
There’s a big green watermelon on the floor to my right.
But my eyes travel back to the chocolate, so tempting.
No! I can’t let myself keep exempting
Myself in the face of this perilous fight.
The sin is so wrong, but the taste feels so right.
The chocolate smothered in crackers light and airy,
But the thrill of the taste is temporary.
Must I go through this agonizing strife
In every instance, for the rest of my life?
Each time I fight it anew, I feel like a rookie.
I struggle afresh each time I see a chocolate cookie.

June 1, 2005