Unreason, you are teasing me:
Forbidden fruit or daily meat?
It was an easy, obvious choice
Until I heard your reptile voice:
“Why don’t you sample both in bits?”
That plagued me with why-not-itis.
No way I can untaste the fruit.
No way to simply play the mute.
My Life is short; its Task, undone.
While I am busy having fun,
I’m setting myself up to cry
And ask you for a quick retry,
As if it’s all a video game,
Which I can play without a shame.
But maybe there’s a chance it is?
Perhaps, I’m overthinking this?