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