The God Of Gluttony

Grimy, gross, and greasy, 
The god of gluttony gesticulates gladly,
‘Eat me, enjoy me, immerse yourself in me.
For I am what you want.
For I am what you desire’.

Guilt and pleasure stand side by side, 
Beckoning you to consume more.

The delicious poison tempts, 
Tantalises, and teases your tastebuds. 
Tactically taunting,
Telling your tummy that it's almost time.

Quickly,
You take your first bite and think,
‘Meh it’s alright’.

But then it hits you, 
The cravings pull you in. 
The voice of reason says, 
‘No, never, no more, no way, not again!’ 

But you can’t stop. 
It’s already too late. 
It’s got you.
You're hooked,
Addicted,
Dependant, 
Strung out.

Your family and friends begin to fret.
With added fervour they furiously try to force
feed you fantastically fresh fruit. 
This attempt is frivolous, 
The fructose filled feast fails. 
You feign interest and say, 
‘Fair thee well’.

For your heart, mind, and soul will now, and forever be, a consumer. 
The fast food has you. 
It's yours and you’re its. 

An unholy matrimony,
A marriage of consumption,
And you don't want a divorce.
Till death do you part.

So, act now or forever hold your peace.

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This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly