Again this is just another silly post while I'm sort of working from home. I thought I should get this poem out before Christmas is over otherwise it becomes irrelevant.
To be in control at the weakest point,
Is the most important thing
My soul is vulnerable
My mind is strong
The risk is too great
For just this one thing
In the future, the long term,
It won't do me any good
But for that one moment
That feel feeling of euphoria
I would do anything
But the temptation is too great
With such convenience
I can give in too early
Then that control I have gained
Has evaporated in just
That one moment
All for that taste
That thing,
That expensive thing,
That Eggnog Latte
Told you it was silly!
