About a guy who settled...
I ate the salted caramel cheesecake, set free the belching groaning despair of aching.
Shut off the rattling in my guts of unfulfilled desire, frustration and boredom.
I laid back in the satisfied saturation of confectionery bliss.
The temporary high delivered by a single slice, delicious flavours, sugar and fat.
More! It’s never enough!
Youth fleeting, gut extended, tooth rot, knees knock and buckle when crossed, fire kindled, regrets mingled, in the company of chances not taken, now lost.
Hope’s drive sated by the spoon or the fork. Something better can get back in it’s box. Cheese cake is gone and the spirit is beaten. Sleep it off!
On this day we live!