Why This Addiction
What is that voice
That I hear calling to me
What is that sound
That echoes in my ear
What is that refrain
That lures and taunts me
That siren like sound
That dwells in my ear
What is that attraction
That I constantly feel
That has no real substance
Yet seems solidly real
What is that emptiness
That seems deep inside me
What is this weight
that bears down on my hips
What is that dire voice
That beckons to me
That causes this quiver
of my drooling lips
What causes this dark need
Is become plain to me
Methinks the thing
lurks in my cabinet to see
That has my mind
in it’s ravenous grips
Methinks it’s the unopened
bag of kettle fried…
Hawaiian style
garlic and onion chips
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