Relapse

All in one day
I sinned in my anger

I offended in my remembrance
I trespassed in my glances

in my delight
in my pleasure

My mood turned to sloth
followed by gluttony

All on the Sabbath
just for bad measure

Now it's time

to walk under a bus
to get hit by a train

But it's not something
I plan to do again

It doesn't feel so good
in fact it's

fugly