If you turn over a new leaf
You might
find a slug underneath it.
Then perhaps,
you’ll relapse,
Go b ack to
the old well worn ways
Of crawling
through day after day, after day, after day.
You might
revert and desert
The shiny
path of virtue
Tight vice might
be tailor made
To suit you better
But deferred
gratification
Might extract
you from this situation.
It’s deep
rooted in your DNA, anyway.
So, don’t sip
from the bottle, avoid the flagon
Stay sitting
in the straw
On the floor
of the wagon.
Just trundle in the tumbril
You’re going
to get there anyway
One day.
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