Yummy is the casserole.

I couldn't resist —

Came in like a bulldozer,

No warning, no grace.

Like a pig in the mud, I rolled over,

Time and time again,

Grinning through the grime.

Penance? Never —

As they say,

Crime... never paid.

But I kept eating.

Truth be told,

I liked the mess.

Smeared guilt on my chest like war paint—

Played the fool, played the beast,

Played house in the wreckage

With no intention to rebuild.

They whispered lessons.

I swallowed them whole

Like dessert after the feast.

No shame,

Just sugar and salt on my tongue,

And a grin that said:

“Let the judge come.”

Let him see the stains.

Let him taste the sin.

I’ve dined with my demons,

And called it a win.

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