The guilt I feel is immense Always making my present tense For no matter the matter Or my fears of getting fatter There exists a scent that sings That of spicy chicken wings I cannot resist even a single kiss Of the greasy crunch upon my lips The flood of spices envelops my tongue I let out a moan, my troubles undone To my stresses I no longer cling In my mouth a spicy chicken wing Sure, I have environmental fears (but cheese is more damaging I hear) And one day I shall have to give them up (eating flesh surely morally bankrupt) But before I embrace guilt’s potent sting I’ll have another spicy chicken wing 18/05/[[2022]] #food #love