The way junk food
Is bad for the body;
The way water
Is bad for electricity;
The way that deforestation
Is bad for the honeybee.
But just like a craving
For homemade apple pie,
Your sweetness is a
pleasure
I can’t bring myself to
deny.
I’ve set myself limits,
Gone on diets,
Shut you out with
strongbolt and latches;
Even tried a 12-step
programme
And patches.
But nothing compares
To the rush you give me,
So even when I’m full
I always return
And wait at your table
For seconds and thirds…
At the end of the day
I know that you know,
Despite the words I say,
When it comes to you honey
I just can’t stay away.
