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 I vacillated a while,
Knew how much I resisted coming,
And yet she knew what was forthcoming.
There was a finality in her glance
As if she knew I had no chance
Of limiting myself, of tethering myself,
Or ever winning a debate with myself.
She had an expression of disapproval
As if, since last time, I’d grown a soul
And decided against this path again.
She would oblige me but with disdain.
I told her what I was looking for
She sent me to a corner unseen before
I went obediently and stood aside
To let hedonism and resistance collide
With a clear winner, as always
Favoring satisfaction over malaise
I took what I wanted, the heathen pleasure
I felt satisfaction beyond measure
During my vulgar enjoyment of my fill
(Must every desire we fulfill?)
When I was done I considered me
With utter revulsion and some pity
I had self-control and discipline
But, for this I knew I would give in
I exited the place with irritation
(This was of course an aberration)
I swore in life, I’ll do anything
But I’ll never go again to Burger King
16 thoughts on “Giving in”
@buddy:>well…hopefully it cast a spell before bursting it!
haha clever one!>>Keshi.
Nice .. all for a BK in the end ..
Hhahaah!!>>A great anticlimax. An oxymoron, I know.
@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!
Reblogged this on Bharatwrites and commented:
This is a poem I wrote in 2008. Decided to reblog it!
As much as I tried to comment poetically, I couldn’t coz I realized poetry wasn’t my forte. If I could, I’d write one on Pizza Hut. During my last week in Cleveland, I ran out of groceries and was too lazy to shop. So, I ordered pizzas day and night. I ate so many pizzas that the very sight of a pizza will now cause nausea. No kidding! I ruined my affinity for pizzas!
Haha! Sometimes poetry just flows. You need to let it happen.
It’s easy to get sick of pizza. Happens to me every now and then.
The whole poem was a hook. I thought it was about doing it with a Cougar-like lady until the very end. Tricky and well done!
I read earlier it still amuses me,wen people think of only one thing all the time. Freud was possibly right.
Haha. I’m not sure how much I can blame the readers. I have constructed that illusion with care!
I was thinking along the same lines as Stacie! This was hilarious. Well done!
I wrote this a year after I had come to America. I was going through a uber liberal phase. So, this article meant more than humor. It was a hatred of the meat-peddling-for-99-cents industry. Now, I’m glad they exist so people don’t go hungry!