Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

I Prefer the Pound


I remembered being married.
Now I am happily divorced.
I don't recall wishing this bliss.
Or when I preferred pound cake,
Over one called Death by Chocolate.
But I have learned,
Not to touch chocolate
Without backup or guard.
It is hard breaking free of habits that decay.
Even when it's inviting...
Nothing guarantees an addiction,
Will not kill ambition.
Some escape with slight healing bruises!
Others are beaten into the ground!
That's why I prefer the pound,
When it is around and I can taste it!
Nibble and leave...
That's my philosophy I'm feeding me.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011

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  • Will Barber (3/7/2007 3:47:00 AM)

    This is full of wisdom - and more than a few hearty laughs. Step away from the chocolate! if you aspire to wisdom. Otherwise, bury your head in a gallon container of double-fudge ice cream. Pain, either way. But the nibbling on the pound cake is - no doubt - the golden mean. Got milk? (Report) Reply

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