Thursday, February 25, 2010

Hamburger Comfort


Empty, emotionally drained,
I long to be comforted somehow.
Reaching out to me, if only
in my mind, you beckon.



I can choose you to fill
my empty inner self with
excess calories, fat and salt
or I could choose a nice salad.

Cold empty, no thrills but it is
more responsible and healthy.
The bacon cheese hamburger wins,
then the forgotten guilt returns.


It is ignored for I have supportive
friends-hot french fries dipped
in lovely ketchup downed with
my favorite companion-a diet coke.

Ah, heaven!