The
choices we make
Well,
we have to live with them
And
I’ve made some doozies
And
today was another
As
I morosely ponder
The
spent paper carcasses
Of
so many good candies
Filling
up my wastebasket
I
was only going to eat one
Or
maybe two
Each
day
Make
them last
Savor
and enjoy
Each
gooey, chocolaty, sweet morsel
Alas
it was one of those days
One
where the sun comes up
One
that ends in “Y”
One
that is either a weekday
Or
a weekend
And
on any day like that
When
confronted with the extra pressure
Of
a bag full of Halloween candy
I
cave like a sink hole in Florida
The
destruction is devastating
The
loss total
The
residual damage
Incalculable
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