You utter such wretched words
As though I would turn from such decadence
I would gladly forfeit my place at your table
Fall to my knees ere such an enthralling appetizer
I have no interest in rummaging through
You forget that I want it all
Not most, not some
At most, I'd prefer none
O .. but I shouldn't be so greedy ..
Alas, dinner must be cold
Your guests appear subdued
Spare me the hellish facade
I was never one to elude.
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