2The bag of chips is sitting there
Right on that table in front of me,
The one that I place my feet on
When I'm sitting slouched on the couch.
Well those chips are near my feet,
Which are wearing my
Odd-green colored slippers.
The tv is on
But my eyes are elsewhere.
I am staring at those chips
The sour cream and onion ones.
A chip would taste so good in my mouth,
But I know I mustn't.
I've been eating junk food all day
And I haven't exercised.
I really should watch what I eat,
And I'm not saying that as a cliche.
Now the tv is on mute,
In order to avoid those
Annoying preppy teen commercials.
Once again, my eyes
Are focused on the bag
The bag of those chips.
Why shouldn't I eat it?
I'm still young after all,
But if I don't stop now,
When will I stop?
Hmm, life is always full of this
Full of questions,
And full of choices.
Ah, what the hell
I might as well eat it,
I'm getting my exercise tomorrow morning.