Gluttony
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1 min readMar 13, 2017
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In the pit of me
lies a sin
full of hope.
Less thoughts, more glut —
to me, to me…
Caloric rigour
makes a tasty currency.
Give me a smack
in the gob —
bling bling…
I have a conscious
insufficiency;
less eye, more candy.
I pay my lip service
to all things sensual —
list without remiss
my epic cure for sorrow…
Never satiate.
Never find me empty.