I have an complexed greed
One will not taint my polite to feed
I could be in dieing need
But still
I will
Get what I want to eat
If I can't have my favorite treat
I will go without substance for weeks
Yes it gets that deep
My belly will ache in cry out
But nothing less then the perfect morsel gos in my mouth
My mind in body will tell me to give in
But the BULL in me will not let them win
Cuz when I eat what I want I savor
The quality and experience of the flavor
To perceive them as they cum in contact with my tongue
The sensation of enjoyment on my taste buds, every one
To feast on what I constitute as excellence
Relish it's aroma with every oomph, wallop,