Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Giving in

I opened the door and went in

With a guilt inexplicable within

To get something I knew I wanted

By giving in to temptations undaunted


The old lady saw me and smiled

She knew what I had come for

She knew how much I resisted coming

And yet she knew I would come


There was finality in her glance

As if she knew I had no chance

Of limiting myself, of tethering myself

Or even regulating pleasuring myself


She made an expression of disapproval

Almost as if she hoped I would

Not walk down this path again

She considered me with disdain


I told her what I was looking for

She motioned me to a corner unseen before

I went obediently and stood aside

To let hedonism and control collide

With a clear winner, as always

Favoring pleasure over malaise


I took what I wanted, the heathen pleasure

A satisfaction I felt beyond measure

During my vulgar enjoyment of my fill

I saw no one, remembered nothing, and felt nevermore


When I was done I considered myself

With utter rebuke, and some pity

For self-control and discipline

Were disappearing from my repertoire


I exited the place with anger

Chiding myself for bringing

The inevitable misfortune one must expect

After a meal at Burger King


buddy said...


Liberal said...

well...hopefully it cast a spell before bursting it!

Keshi said...

haha clever one!


Laksh said...

Nice .. all for a BK in the end ..

Solitaire said...


A great anticlimax. An oxymoron, I know.

Liberal said...

@Keshi, Laksh and Solitaire:
I don't deny that this poem was meant to be an anticlimax in that you imagine something more serious, but let me assert that junk food can be as much an addiction as the other stuff...this is a true story!

sonam said...

hey..ha ha ha..nice one..couldnt help laughing..