Buffet of Choice
My stomach is full.
Yeah, like, really, super full.
Like I have a 2-month-old food baby.
So, what is to blame for this over indulgence?
I have to point a finger at buffet food.
Ah, the endless lines of food.
Fried chicken and mashed potatoes galore,
Nonstop salad and soups,
Countless pans of brownies,
Oh my!
So many yummy choices,
and what do I do?
I stuff my face and...
realize that I didn't need to.
I could have said no to certain things.
When facing that buffet of choices,
I had a choice, too.
To buy an iPad, a Mac, an iPhone, an iPod,
or not to buy?
To spend time on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram,
or not.
I don't have to bend to buffet rules.
I can eat the macaroni pasta,
but decide against the cream pie.
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