Addicted to Satan
The bakery case calls me.
yet so wrong.
Is a bite worth the stomach pain?
They may taste good
but hurt me still
a feeling deep inside.
I know I shouldn’t want them.
Clear as day,
they look out at me.
All I want is a coffee.
What I need is a break.
We oftentimes want what we can’t have
or what will hurt us the most.
I just don’t want to feel that way.
But then I think about the texture,
the way my teeth would bite in.
oh it sounds so good.
The calories posted for all to see,
yet the pastry still wins us over.
We know full well what Satan offers,
yet we falter
over and over again.
We know how he will make us feel,
yet we let him win sometimes.
Just as a muffin looks so yummy,
Satan hides his ugliness.
In disguise, he sneaks up on us
and we forget our pledge to our health.
Sometimes it doesn’t pay to cheat.
The stomach pains feel like giving birth
as Satan stabs from within.
He knows just where to get us.
We let him under our skin
when we are at our weakest.
The headache comes and goes,
but the longer we give in,
the harder it is to let go
of the sugar addition.