Closet Junk-Food Junkie

Against all fats I cry out in alarm;

Disdain the shaker full of salt, and spice my food with herbs.

Sugar is not good for you, I righteously proclaim,

And I steered my children down the path of nutriment.

About cholesterol I am aware, so do not eat red meat.

But in my closet, on the shelf, there lurks a chocolate bar.

And in the cupboard (just in case) I keep a brownie mix.

I need these things around me to get my chocolate fix.

Yes, I'm a junk-food junkie; not out of the closet just yet...

For I must stash that mint in my purse.

And pass on by the donut shop, when I am out alone?

Oh, no, I can't; the siren calls to the chocoholic within.

And yet I ramble on and on about eating healthy foods;

But in my drawer, a chocolate bar

To quench that midnight yen.

I've finally hit rock bottom now,

I guess the worst has come.

For just last week I found

a sadly lonely chocolate, well hid from prying eyes.

Too well hidden, alas, I fear, I did not find before;

This morsel which I now behold

Has gone white-burned and smells strongly--of mildew! Eeeww!

A terrible waste; I cannot bear

But throw it out I must; I shed a tear; it silent fell upon the crumpled wrap.

Now I must ask, is it too late? Have I crossed the line?

Or is there help for folks like me--'Chocoholics Anonymous,' perhaps?

For well I know I should not stuff my face with sugary sweets..

And yet, the universe knows--it's my only vice!