Mmm...I Like Those Low Things!

I like those low things! Those distractions that attract. The ones glimpsed when passed... That capture and grasp, When looking back. With a smacking of the lips, And receiving a tease for 'that'. I like those low things... That satisfy as a snack. Those things one gives up, To stay on a diet. The ones that puts pounds, On one's back. Those things when eaten... Convinces until I'm trapped! Telling my mind... Just a taste will not make me, Or anyone Notice an inch of sweated fat. Sneaking pieces to munch, I do alone at home! While telling others they should avoid, Going near that crap. As a satisfaction inside me moans. Although with a bit of guilt... I secretly condone! I like those low things... To nibble before I nap! And at the early crack of dawn, I make sure I'm not seen, Exercising off my temptations. Struggling with attempts, I do To keep myself lean! Feeling a self condemnation. Oh... How I like those low things! What is she doing? 'Good Morning, Ms Barclay. No thank you. No breakfast for me. I am on a very strict regimen. Have a good day! ' My goodness! Why is she cooking those... Virginia sausages! OUTSIDE? And at this hour? Mmm... I like those low things! And the fulfillment, Those low things bring.