Of Appetite's Fall and the Dough of Perdition

What mortal folly seized my gluttonous heart

To feast upon that wheel of molten cheese

And crimson sauce, that circular temptation

Which lay before me golden, small, complete?

O reckless hunger! O unbridled want!

Each bite a step toward my gastric doom,

Each morsel bringing closer stomach's wrath.

Now heavy lies the burden in my gut,

And conscience weighs upon my swollen frame—

What paradise of hunger have I lost?