A short poetry
Oh, how do I resist thee!
I walked past and peeked into the showcase
Your numbers were consumed by half
I was consumed in my own way, by mixed feelings of greed, admiration, and hunger
Then I passed by you again half an hour later
The Patisserie is closed
I am relieved as it is a victory for me
Though not of self-volition
But now is one time, death to the power of temptation
Soon, I believe that I would be delivered from this compulsion to prove that the human spirit can be trained.