in-n-out

I’m damn near 60

And I have the mentation 

Of a pissed off 12 year old. 

I want what I want when I want it. 

And fuck the person who says no. 

Then I pay the price and regret it. 

Infantile. 

I wanted a few fries. 

Really - just a few. 

The cravings hit - hard! 

I was up 3 pounds. 

My healed pancreas 

Loves to do its job

And store any glucose 

I foolishly give it. 

Even the cats know better

Until we domesticate them. 

Then, they’re just as stupid

 as we are. 

My face looking at food. 

Pete’s face talking about work. 

What a nice guy. 

I’m not that nice!