Ice Cream

Imagine a world full of ice cream.

You can eat it whenever you want.

No, beyond that, it is thrown at you,

Often even forced down your throat.

That rich, creamy texture,

A sultry promise to make you full.

Ah, and that it will. You will be full,

All the while still longing for more.

It seduces you,

Until you reject all healthy food.

Ice cream, ice cream,

It seems that’s all you ever knew.

And it does not nourish,

Quite the opposite, in fact.

It makes you sluggish, slow, and angry,

It really just makes you fat.

And it wants to do this,

Until you cannot move.

For, stagnation of determination,

Is the first step of a fool.

And now there you lie upon a mountainside,

Like Prometheus in chains.

Weak, corrupted, honorless,

Consumed by vultures’ fangs.