Sing ular

it's too late..
I've slipped into a pit,
it's
not debauchery..
or alcohol..
it's a crisp eating.
free range cake
and chip pit..
No man can save me..
I wouldn't trade it,
for a gold pig,
in the lap of the gods
with my TV remote
and a blanket..
I don't have
to move an inch..
Imagine ..if you're smart
I don't want to
upset the applecart..
and bring in,
a second punter..
who will assert 
themselves to
Pole Position..
Pull up the Ice Walls..
it's Heaven.