Endless Breadsticks
To eat, or not to eat, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the body to suffer
The loss of calories and happiness and enticing taste,
Or to consume the decadent danger found
In endless Olive Garden breadsticks. To partake–to gorge,
No more; and by partaking to say we end
The longing and the thousand hunger pains
That the stomach is prone to; ‘tis a carb-filled feast
Presently to be devoured. To partake, to gorge;
To gorge, perchance to dine–oh, that’s the problem:
For in that gorging of breadsticks what guilt must come,
When we have filled our stomachs with that Italian delight,
Must give us pause–there’s the thought
That makes our wills remain firm against endless breadsticks after all.
Whether ‘tis nobler in the body to suffer
The loss of calories and happiness and enticing taste,
Or to consume the decadent danger found
In endless Olive Garden breadsticks. To partake–to gorge,
No more; and by partaking to say we end
The longing and the thousand hunger pains
That the stomach is prone to; ‘tis a carb-filled feast
Presently to be devoured. To partake, to gorge;
To gorge, perchance to dine–oh, that’s the problem:
For in that gorging of breadsticks what guilt must come,
When we have filled our stomachs with that Italian delight,
Must give us pause–there’s the thought
That makes our wills remain firm against endless breadsticks after all.
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