to eat or not to eat
that is the question
whether tis nobler to phone a random nigga in anguish
and last minute desperation
or forfeit all nutritional fortitude and eat
that last piece of godiva chocolate cheesecake
majestically placed atop a pristine bone china plate
and yea, though I test mine own patience and moral stance
tis better to savor the succulent member or loosen up the waist of my pant?
a sigh for morrow for morrow comes to soon
when maidens shall brag of romantic tales of bling, and flowers and swoon
regarding moors the likes of which I've never known
the dark knave in the gallant suit shall ne'er cross mine threshold
and I say gallant, no
but false in stance
to sigh and bid adieu to all circumstance
and go against the very grain of all that I hold dear
for a quick and supple suckle on the lobe of mine ear
whilst in mine heart I know all the while
to thine own self should I be true
thus happenstanced encounters should remain
un-construed
and so
to eat or not to eat
that
is the question