She’s sitting right there
On your shoulder
In your gut
You hear her voice speaking to you
It is your voice too
And yet you choose to ignore her
to explain away
Or choose not to listen to
Mock, belittle, chide, deny
Cause…cause it’s just too rich
This way, just now, too fun
Too gooood
As you consume
Maybe the last ounce, perhaps the last morsel, surely the last drop
I’ve got a good reason, you explain
I’ll do better next season, the common refrain
I’ll beg for forgiveness, plead ignorance
Throw myself on the mercy of the jury
Yet all the while we all know that the laws of physics
Are strictly enforced
Every moment, each day
And that greed is the seed
That will bear the bitter fruit
And take away all the misbegotten
Gain
And then some.
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