Guilt; 'tis much like barbecue sauce
Drip, drip, drip... The Sauce Falls
As man slowly realizes the flavor
The weight of his sins
Slowly the sauce marinates
Sinking deeper and deeper
Into a man's once proud soul
His old flavor wears away
Replaced by tangy shame
The longer he sits in the sauce
The harder it is to separate
The more infused
Are the man's aspirations and the man's regret
The lips pucker
The clammy cheeks sweat
The sauce drips
The man stumbles; falls
No dignity. No longer.
Oh the agony!
Oh how the flavor is so strong!
Can make a man eat himself alive,
With a dying hunger of self hatred teeth chatter... Chatter...CHAtter...CHATTER!
Chomp.
'Tis bitten away
