Day Forty-two

Today's words:

Food

Binge

Snail

Bank

Lamp

Doughnut

I have a complex relationship with food

It's binge

Then purge, while everything else goes by slow as a snail.

I think about it all the time - in line at the bank,

Or outside, under a street lamp:

"I could really go for a doughnut."

But it's not just a doughnut;

I crave all types of food.

Someone should shine a lamp

On that. And it is a binge,

Because you can't save it, like money in a bank

To be used later, or like a snail

Builds its shell. I'd like to hide like a snail

Retreats in its shell, but I guess I'll have a doughnut

Instead. Then I'll go to the bank

To get money to buy more food.

Time for the next binge.

I'll put out the lamp

So I can't be seen. That lamp

Shaped like the shell of a snail.

I'll start the binge 

With a doughnut

And then move on to other types of food.

I'm not going to bank

On there being more tomorrow. No bank

Can light a lamp

Bright enough to show all the food.

And the snail

Can't have any. This is my doughnut

And my binge.

Like a alcoholic on a drinking binge,

You can take to the bank

My promise to the doughnut:

I'll put out the lamp

To hide you from the snail

Who wants to steal my food.

Next binge I'll remember to light the lamp.

The line at this bank moves like a snail,

And who says a doughnut isn't food?